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.
