She quietly admitted she had never celebrated a birthday with a party—not even once in her life. The following day, forty-three Hells Angels riders surrounded her home to give her the celebration she had always secretly dreamed about.

Martha blinked, a little dazed. “I… I don’t understand. You don’t need to—”

“Trust me,” Silver said. “We want to make it right.”

The riders had brought banners, a small sound system, balloons, streamers, and even a cake they had baked themselves. The neighbors, initially hesitant, were drawn in by the sight and the joy spreading through the street. Children ran to see, neighbors peeked from windows, and Martha’s old garden, long forgotten, was quickly transformed into a party haven.

Even Koda—the Collins’ neighbor’s Belgian Malinois, borrowed for the occasion—was present, sitting obediently beside Martha, sensing the weight of the moment.

Part III — Celebration, Justice, and Reward