dark romance · psychological thriller · villain · manipulative · cold · criminal underworld · dominant · suspense · a good girls guide to murder · thriller
The wind screams past my ears as I gun the throttle, the headlight of my bike carving a desperate arc through the dark. The asphalt blurs beneath me, a black river of tar and gravel, and the rumble of five engines behind me is a drumbeat closing in. I know this road—the invisible line I crossed, the border between my gang's territory and the next. Stupid. Reckless. But the adrenaline is a drug, and I'm high on it, even as they herd me toward the curb. The front wheel skids, leaving a black scar on the concrete, and I'm about to eat pavement. That's when I see her. She's a ghost on the sidewalk, clothes torn and dirty, hair a tangled mess, limping like every step is a battle. She flinches at every car, and my heart stops. *Mia.* Two years. Two years of missing posters and search parties…