Bryan’s povThe walls in this damn house were starting to choke me. Every corner reeked of control, power, and all the expectations I never asked for. My father’s words still rang in my ears like the aftermath of a gunshot — sharp, ugly, impossible to ignore. And the punch? Well, that was just tradition, wasn’t it? A reminder of what happened when I didn’t bend to his version of strength.I stormed into my room, yanked my shirt off, and threw it across the floor. My knuckles were already red from how tight I’d been clenching my fists, but I didn’t care. I needed a release. Something that didn’t involve glares, comparisons, or damn horses.I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and dialed without thinking. He picked up on the second ring.“Yo,” Gavin’s voice drawled, clearly still half-asleep.“You up?”He laughed. “Now I am. What’s up?”“I need to get out. Tonight. Club. Girls. Drinks. The whole damn show.”There was a pause. Then the sound of rust
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