They Set Me Up to Take the Fall for the Murder of My Entire Motorcycle Club — But They Didn’t Count on Me Fighting Back

I woke up in a hospital bed, handcuffed to the rail, with an FBI agent telling me all my brothers from the Steel Eagles MC were dead. Forty years of riding with the same men, gone in one night. And every piece of evidence pointed to me pulling the trigger. Someone had set me up perfectly, down to gunshot residue …