Chapter 8 ALESSIO “I’m just a ghost.” I’m sure it’s a coincidence. It has to be. The odds that The Ghost climbed through my window by chance are just too slim in a city of millions. And a vigilante set on taking out the Sleepless Reapers wouldn’t have any reason to fuck with the Morettis,...
Chapter 7 ALESSIO It’s possible that I’ve lost my entire fucking mind. I should have at least stopped back at my apartment to change into some respectable clothes instead of showing up at the club looking like a mook in a pair of dark sweat pants and a black t-shirt,...
Chapter 21 SPETTRO It takes more than a month for a buzz to start in the Reapers’ group chat and a date to get set for the next big party. A month I spend imagining a world without the motorcycle club occupying my every thought and trying to picture a future after it’s all over....
Chapter 6 ALESSIO There’s a lingering humidity tonight, even though the sun went down hours ago, and it’s amplifying the stench of garbage and piss on this side of the city. I’m a world away from penthouses and doorman buildings, even if it was only a short walk. ...
Chapter 18 GHOST I watch the floor number slowly increase with a growing sense of impatience building in my chest. “This has to be the slowest elevator in the entire damn city,” I grumble. Alessio chuckles, tilting his head back a little to join me in watching the creeping ascent. ...