The Tattooed Biker Held Her Hand Through the Needle — Then Her Mother Saw the Scars Beneath His Ink

Synopsis

Before Lily’s surgery, I knew almost nothing about bikers. I had seen groups of them along I-45 on weekend mornings, engines rolling beneath the overpasses while commuters changed lanes to make room. I had noticed leather cuts at gas stations and boots striking diner floors near the highway. When Titan entered Lily’s room, my first reaction was not relief.