Frisco

Tall. Muscled. Tattooed.

Shane King was seriously hot, and seriously not a good guy.

He went by the name Ghost with his motorcycle club, and he was now their national vice president.

When Shane and his club arrived in town, they began doing favors for my family.

I didn't know why. I didn't want to know.

Favors came with strings attached. I didn't want strings attaching me to the Red Demons.

Shane was a different beast, though.

I should steer clear of him, except I couldn't.

He was everywhere...