“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

Kyle spun around, surprise flashing across his face before rage took its place. “This doesn’t concern you,” he snapped. “She’s my daughter.”

Jordan’s eyes dropped to Madison’s wrist, already reddening beneath Kyle’s grip. Then back to Kyle’s face. “Being a parent doesn’t give you permission to hurt someone smaller than you.”

Kyle laughed, harsh and brittle. “You some kind of hero? Get back to your bike.”

Jordan didn’t move. “Release her.”

For a split second, Kyle tightened his grip out of spite. Madison whimpered, and that sound was enough. Something ancient and immovable rose up in Jordan’s chest.

“Now,” he said.

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