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.