I had a good life once upon a time. Until it was not.Running away was my only freedom from that hell. To keep moving. To keep looking over my shoulder.If I didn’t, my ghosts would find me and drag me back into that nightmare. One I know would destroy me if I stayed there any longer.Seamark, Washington, was supposed to be another temporary hideout, another place to lie low, earn some money, and move on. Just like any other small town, I only planned to stay for a few months.That is, until I found him.A dangerous, beautiful biker belonging to a local motorcycle club.A distraction, who pulled me into his life of violence—a life I had been trying to avoid.Yet, lost in the whirlwind of his chaos, why did it finally feel like I had found home?
