I thought the biker was going to kidnap me but what he did made everyone cry. He pulled over next to my broken down limousine on that empty Texas road. I was standing there in my wedding dress, mascara running down my face, thirty minutes away from the church where 200 guests were waiting, and this massive man on a Harley rolled up like something out of a nightmare. My name is Rachel and I was supposed to marry the love of my life at 4 PM on June 15th. It was 3 PM. The limousine had died in the middle of nowhere. My phone had no signal. And now a leather-clad stranger was getting off his motorcycle and walking toward me….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW