“Stand Here. Call Me Dad,” the Judge Heard Him Say — No One Expected the Hells Angel to Step Between the Girl and Her Father, and What He Did Next Left the Courtroom in Tears

“Stand Here. Call Me Dad,” the Judge Heard Him Say — No One Expected the Hells Angel to Step Between the Girl and Her Father, and What He Did Next Left the Courtroom in Tears

“Stand here. Call me Dad.” What the Hells Angel did next to protect the girl left the entire room in tears.

The night it began, Savannah was wrapped in that heavy Southern humidity that clung to your skin even after sunset, the kind that made neon signs buzz louder and tempers wear thinner. Outside a forgotten diner near the interstate, a place that smelled like burnt coffee and fryer oil soaked into old walls, a small girl stood trembling beside a chain-link fence, her sneakers half untied, her hands clenched into fists too small for the fear they carried.

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