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Chapter 65

Author: Bee Brown
last update publish date: 2026-03-06 10:21:06

ELVIS POV

“At Age Eleven”

After my father found Oleg and me wrapped up in something only close people do, he never made it clear whether he approved or disapproved of whatever it was between us.

Even as his strikes rained down twice as hard for my fight performance, I couldn’t be certain. All I knew was that the force behind them had nothing to do with how I’d fought underground.

As he struck me again and again—lashes and fists tearing at my skin, hitting the same half-dried wounds—painting my
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