Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son
“I never hated you, boy. I know you spent your entire life believing I wanted you dead because you were a bastard, but you never understood the grand design. Your brother Silas was weak. He was soft, coddled by luxury and boardroom titles. But you... I took you out of the gutters, threw you into the mud, and watched you turn into stone.”
“You murdered my mother,” I growled, the raw fury inside my chest burning hotter than the diesel engines surrounding us.
“And look what it made you,” Victor stated proudly, a terrifying, proud smile stretching across his mangled jaw. “Look at the weapon standing in front of me right now. You tracked me down. You dismantled my entire security network. You bro