In a world of blood and betrayal, the truth might be the deadliest ride of all.

My father was a ghost.
A whispered name. A shadow my mother feared, always watching the door like he might materialize and drag us into his darkness at any second.

The infamous president of the Vicious Reapers Motorcycle Club.
And now he’s dead.

I’m all that’s left to settle his estate—a man I never knew, not even in a photograph.
Now, I’m crossing the country to sift through his life, chasing answers my mother spent years running from.

The president is dead.
Bullet is here to claim what’s his.

Bullet. A ruthless, cocky bastard who wants me gone before I even unpack. To him, I’m just a pretty little problem—better off in his bed than in his way. He thinks I want money and power.

He’s wrong.

I want the truth.
But in a world built on blood and betrayal, it might just kill me.