The enforcer of the King’s Men MC is a psycho.
An unfeeling, apathetically organized chaos.
Less human.
More monster.

He took me to settle a debt.
My dad owes the King’s Men money, and I am nothing more than collateral damage.
Forced to live with him, to sleep in his bed.
Forced to be his.

I hate him.
Everyone always wants something from me, and he isn’t any different.

I should hate him.
Why don’t I hate him?
Why do I let him touch me?
Fall apart in his arms?

Why do I hope… pray that he would keep me close to his side?
Why do I want to belong to a psycho?