Livie: Every time I saw him, my body betrayed me—heart hammering against my ribs, skin burning like I’d been branded. I told myself a million reasons why it couldn’t happen. He was older. Dangerous.
The next president of the Devil Souls MC. Men like him devour girls like me.
But God, the way he looked at me… The moment I stepped into the clubhouse for my welcome home party, his eyes locked on mine across the room, and everything I’d built to protect myself crumbled.
Weeks later, his hands were in my hair, his name on my lips, his mark on my soul. I thought nothing could feel better than escaping that suffocating city. I was wrong.
Nothing compares to belonging to him.
