I’m used to pulling broken women out of hellholes. What I’m not used to... is one of them being the woman who broke me. Five years ago, Cara vanished without a trace. No goodbye. No explanation. Just gone. I buried her memory and focused on my club, the Saints Outlaws, and our mission to take down the people responsible for infecting Chicago with the filth. But during a brutal raid, I find her again. Beaten. Traumatized. Clinging to me like I’m the only thing keeping her alive. She says she didn’t leave me. She says she was taken. Now I’m torn between everything I feel for her… and everything I still don’t know. She’s back, and I don’t know if I should push her away or pull her closer. But one thing’s certain; this fight is bigger than both of us. Because the warehouse we raided? It was just the beginning.