Inked in Lies (The Fallen Men, #5)

by Giana Darling

“Fuckin’ Fallen MC,” he said finally. “I’m startin’ to think the women might just be crazier than the men.” I laughed. “You can count on it.”

He planted flowers all over my body, inside the cage of my ribs, in the fertile soil of my heart, yet he never noticed how they bloomed just for him.

“He just looked at you like you were a flower that bloomed just for him.”