At my daughter’s wedding, forty-two bikers arrived unexpectedly and blocked the church doors, preventing anyone from entering. I was shocked and angry. I told them they were ruining the most important day of her life, yelled at them to move, and threatened to call the police. But the lead biker, a large man named Marcus with scars on his arms, looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, “Ma’am, we can’t let this wedding happen. Your daughter doesn’t know the truth about her fiancé.” I told Marcus that David was a respected attorney from a good family and that he had no right to interfere. I thought Marcus was crazy—until he showed me a folder filled with pictures, medical reports, and documents. Suddenly, I realized these bikers might be the only ones protecting my daughter from a dangerous man. The wedding…
