The man the city called a blight was the only reason I’m standing here today in a suit instead of rotting in a cell. Big Mike, the grease-stained mechanic who found me half-starved in his shop dumpster, didn’t just give me food—he gave me a life. He taught me work, discipline, and honor. He made thirty bikers my uncles, their clubhouse my home, and his shop my sanctuary.
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