“What’s yours is mine…”

Those are the words I spit like poison at Nico, Killian, and Atlas as we stood in front of their burning clubhouse.

They’re the same words he said to me after Silas dropped the bombshell none of us saw coming: that I’m valuable somehow.

I have no idea what Silas was talking about, but it doesn’t matter. My husband and the two dark-souled bikers I was starting to fall for have vowed that I’m going to pay for what I took from them—in blood, if it comes to that.

But the threat against us—against me—didn’t die when Silas did.

Someone is after me, and although everything I once felt for the Princes of Carnage has turned to ash in my chest, our fates are bound together in a way that not even the lies between us can break.

They hate me. They betrayed me. They need me.

And the worst part is, I need them too.

Because unless we find out who’s been pulling the strings and plotting from the shadows…

I won’t survive long enough for the Princes of Carnage to take their revenge.