My husband's killer showed up at my doorstep with blood on his hands and a ring in his pocket. To make me his old lady. To make the widow of the man he murdered his wife. When I saw Cole "Reaper" Volkov walk into my husband's funeral wearing his cut, standing before the coffin like he owned the world, I swallowed my rage and endured it all. For the club. For survival. But when he forced me into an old lady ceremony days after burying Elijah, when he stitched "REAPER'S PROPERTY" onto my back like I was another trophy to claim, I finally broke. I could only watch in fury as the man who ruined my life, the man who made me his captive instead of his partner, took everything from me without hesitation. Out of options, I thought I'd lost myself forever, until I discovered something that changed everything. I was pregnant with his child. The entire compound went still when I told him. "You're mine now," Cole said, possessive and absolute. "You and our baby. Forever." I met his gray eyes, heart pounding with a plan forming in my mind. "Then you'd better pray I don't destroy you first." He smiled darkly. "You don't know what you've started, do you?" Remember him? The devil never forgets his own. But neither does the ghost he tried to cage.