I learned Thomas and Robert, members of the Iron Brotherhood Motorcycle Club, had been investigating Marcus for months. They weren’t here to hurt me—they were here to protect me. Marcus had been arrested, his illegal loans exposed, and I might not owe anything at all.
Tears streamed down my face. Relief, gratitude, and a sense of hope I hadn’t felt in months.
The next morning, twenty bikers returned—not to intimidate, but to support. Each bought pastries, left generous tips, and became regulars every Saturday. The bakery boomed. The $7,000 I owed was cleared, and I even received a $25,000 grant to expand Sweet Grace Bakery.
Eight months later, Grace’s dream lives on, stronger than ever. And the bikers who once terrified me? They became my guardian angels, proving that real heroes sometimes ride Harleys.
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