Fallen King

When King Kyle Garro plunged off the cliff on Back Bay Road and was lost to us forever, part of me and my club died right along with him.

He was the heir, but he was also the heart and soul of our club and our family. Celebrating his first birthday without him was going to be damn near impossible to survive.

The dream of every parent who had ever suffered the tragedy of losing a child was holding that baby in their arms again.

I counted myself a lucky man, but I'd never dared to dream of that—until a man showed up at my cabin that morning and called me 'Dad.'