His Hunger for her sweet innocence
Samantha whispered softly, her eyes filling with so much genuine care and empathy that it almost cracked through my chest.
"It's okay. I was nineteen then. I've had time to heal," I said, offering a small, reassuring nod. "My dad's best friend introduced me back to the club after the funeral, and they took care of me.
By the time I was twenty-three, I had tasted comfort, profound loss, and something as deep and fierce as a real brotherhood. I became the leader by inheritance. It was the exact life my dad fought so hard to keep me away from, but now... I'm completely immersed in it. I still run my legitimate businesses and my personal life, but the brotherhood is a massive part of who I am. W