No more ghost games for you, ghost girl.
One night, eighteen years ago, I lost everything.
I’ve spent nearly two decades grieving, visiting her grave twice a day.
And then, one day, a phone call changed everything I believed to be true. She called herself Lia, and said she didn’t remember me.
I don’t believe it. How can you forget the fabric of your own soul?
It isn’t Lia. It can’t be, because if it was… I’d have to kill her.
And I can’t do that. Which means it can’t be her.
Tropes:
– captor/captive
– masked man
– bikers
– secret society
– possessive obsession
– morally black MMC
– revenge
– found family
Note: This is a very dark romance. Please read the content note at the beginning of the book.