I’ve spent 20 years making people afraid of me. I’m 6’4”, covered in tattoos, and ride with men society calls 'undesirables.' But when a bruised, barefoot little boy walked into our diner and ignored the nice families to stand directly in front of me, my blood ran cold. He wasn’t scared of me. He was scared of what was outside. And what he whispered next guaranteed I was going to prison—or to the morgue. Chapter 1 They call me "Ironjaw" because I took a crowbar to the face in '09 and didn't drop