He was my brother's best friend.



And the first boy to break my heart. I'd fought like hell to erase that part of my past, but fate had other plans—a cruel twist dragging me back to Detroit. Right back to him. I was sure that after twelve years apart, the fire between us would be ash. But it was still burning—raw, relentless, and impossible to ignore.

Blue was no longer the boy who used to climb through my window. He was the Sergeant at Arms of The Exiled Eight MC in Detroit. He was stoic. He was guarded. And he was now the only thing standing between me and an ex-boyfriend with blood on his hands and a dangerous obsession. That obsession being me.



The clock was ticking. But I was done running. Because some second chances are worth fighting for—no matter the cost.



Contains mature themes.