In Love With My Stepson
He’s finally out of their restraints.
Lifting his head up, twenty strong men are in front of him—thick-bodied, tall, dangerous, breathing slow and steady like predators sizing up prey. But all he sees is red. Blood everywhere. He doesn’t care. They must all die.
“Y’all must be really stupid to think you can beat me,” Ryan says casually, his boots echoing as he steps forward.
The men aren’t chosen.
From the top tier of the supposed strongest men, they offer themselves to battle— to prove their position. Eager for blood. Or maybe glory.