More than 900 riders from nine chapters.
At the front rode Javier Delgado.
6’5”, shaved head, beard braided with silver beads, arms sleeved in ink. His eyes were red from crying for four straight hours.
He stormed through the emergency doors.
“Where is my daughter?”
A trembling nurse pointed down the hall.
Javi moved like the building itself got out of his way.
He found Mia in a curtained bay — pink cast on her left leg, bruises blooming across her right, hospital gown too big, but alive.
Alive.
He dropped to his knees beside the bed and gathered her against his chest so gently it looked impossible for a man his size.
“Baby girl… Daddy’s here… Daddy’s here…”
Mia pressed her face into his beard.
“I was so scared… but Noah came… he came into the dark… he got me out…”
