Ride Or Ruin The Biker Who Owned My Soul
I whispered.
“It is,” she said gently.
Ruin remained beside me, silent and watchful.
“You disappeared ten years ago,” Mara continued. “We thought you were dead.”
My head spun. “I do not remember you,” I said.
“You will,” she replied. “Because they are coming back for you.”
“Who?” I asked.
Mara looked at Ruin.
“The Bratva,” she said.
The room fell silent. “Ivan is only the messenger,” Mara continued. “The real hunters are already moving.”