You crossed me. You kept this secret from me. Now you'll have to pay. (Griffin F**kin Latham).

Red: Five years ago, I was as boring as boring could be. Seriously, my name is Bernice. But then came that one month when I pretended to be somebody else entirely while working at a roadhouse biker bar. Big mistake. Huge. Who knew one month pretending to be an interesting bad girl could ruin a boring good girl's life?

Griffin: When I saw her, I knew she'd be mine. My old biker crew told me she was untouchable—that I'd never be able to land her without my fame and last name. So I did what any rock star with a big, ahem, ego would under the circumstances—wagered five figures on me seducing the untouchable girl behind the bar.

Red: When the insanely hot biker, who wouldn't have looked at Boring Bernice twice, asks me to come back to his place, I decide, “why not?” It was just supposed to be a silly fling.

Griffin: It was just supposed to be a stupid bet. But what started out as fake got plenty real—especially after I lost her. Five years. I spent five years searching for her. And when I find her.

Red: Five years. I managed to hide from him for over five years. He's powerful and dangerous, and I'm not sure what he'll do if he discovers the secret I've been keeping from him for five years and nine months. So when he finds me, what's this story called again?

Escaping the Ruthless Biker: No, that's not the title, baby. The story is called Red. Red and the Big Bad Reaper. And you're about to find out why.