There is a place on the dark web where women go when the men who hurt them get away with it.
No money changes hands.
No one takes their word for it.
They give the network a name.
The network sends a masked man to find the truth.
And if he proves the man guilty, he decides the punishment.
Years ago, a man nearly killed me.
The police believed me. The prosecutor believed me. None of it mattered.
Money changed hands. Charges disappeared. I signed papers that guaranteed my silence, and the man responsible walked away.
I learned to live with it.
Until I realize another woman could be next.
That’s when I remember the black card I’ve carried for years.
A skull.
A code.
A door into a world I was never supposed to see.
I type one name into the page.
NAME. TRUTH. PROOF.
Then I press send.
I expect revenge.
I don’t expect him.
A man behind an ivory skull mask who watches from the shadows, gets into places no one should be able to enter, and knows more about me every time he appears.
He has rules.
He has a verdict to deliver.
And somewhere between being watched and being protected, fear starts turning into something far more dangerous.
Because the masked vigilante hunting a guilty man has started looking at me like I belong to him.
And I’m starting to want him to.
For readers who crave masked men, obsessive morally gray heroes, vigilante justice, stalking, dangerous secrets, and dark romance where the villain might be the safest man in the room.