Biker Pulled My Attacker Off Me Then Stayed All Night To Make Sure I Was Okay!

Then, out of nowhere, light exploded across the garage.

A motorcycle roared into the space, its headlight flooding everything in white glare. The sudden brightness startled both of us. The man holding me loosened his grip just enough for someone else to crash into him.

The biker didn’t hesitate. He yanked my attacker off me with a force that sent them both staggering. No shouting, no dramatic speeches—just swift, decisive movement. My attacker took one look at the man standing between us and ran. His footsteps echoed down the ramp and vanished into the night.

I slid down against my car, shaking so badly my teeth chattered. The biker turned off his engine and approached me slowly, his hands visible.

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