Heresy
Hex
She’s mine.
Not because she chose me, but because she witnessed something that signed her death warrant.
As President of Cain’s Kin MC, I should have killed her that night. Instead, I caged her.
I tell myself it’s strategic— she’s connected to enemies I thought were buried.
But I’m lying.
I keep her because she sees my ghosts and doesn’t flinch. Because she’s the splinter under my skin that I can’t remove.
Now my kingdom is burning, my brothers are dying, and the ghost from my past has returned to destroy everything.
I need her intel to survive. But I can’t tell if she’s my salvation or the weapon meant to finish me.
Vera
What did I do?
One photograph sent my carefully constructed life straight into hell. Straight into his hands.
He calls me his ghost, his prisoner, his obsession.
I should hate him completely. The man who branded me, who broke me, who holds my life in his brutal hands.
But when he looks at me like I’m the only real thing in his world of violence, I forget how to breathe.
I’m playing a dangerous game, feeding him pieces of truth while hiding the rest.
As long as he doesn’t discover what I’m really running from, I might survive this.
I might survive him.
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