Biker Pumped Gas Into Crying Girl’s Car And She Begged To Stop As Her Boyfriend Will KiII Her

Tyler finally noticed me. I’m 6’3”, 240 pounds, leather vest with decades of patches, gray beard down to my chest. I look like exactly what I am—an old biker who doesn’t back down.

“Yeah? Mind your business, old man. This is my girlfriend and my car. I don’t need your charity.” He yanked her toward the car. “Get in. Now.”

She obeyed, but I stepped in front of the door. “I don’t think she wants to go with you.”Continue reading…