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182 pages, Paperback
First published March 19, 2022
Humans were such complicated, inconvenient creatures.
I had to admit I wasn't expecting him to ask that. "Why do you want to know?"
"You know just about everything there is to know about me and my family," he said with a shrug. "All I know is your fake first name."
"That's enough to answer your question," I replied. "And it describes me more accurately than a meaningless string of letters printed on a birth certificate. I am, for all intents and purposes, an echo. A reflection of this world and all the monsters who dwell in it, here today and gone tomorrow. That's really all you need to know. That's all there is to know."
It had been so long since I had touched another man this way—never mind one capable of igniting the spark of hate and lust within me as strongly as he did. His kiss was poison, but I was already addicted. It didn't matter if it burned me. I wanted more, and I intended to get it.
Deep and rough, soft and sensual. The man beneath me was a mosaic of contradictions, and I found myself longing to resolve every last one.
“Y'know, I don't give a shit about you being gay. You're still my brother, no matter what, but did you really have to fall for the most infamous mastermind in the underworld?"
I couldn't help but laugh a little. "It wasn't something I planned. Just kind of happened."
Like a hurricane. Like a meteor that hits the earth with enough force to shatter everything around it, and a light so bright it blinds you to everything else
"Still set on keeping me around, are you?" He gave me a look.
"You're a psycho," he said matter-of-factly, his gaze softening a little. "But you're my psycho. And you're not going anywhere."

Him, of all people. That, of all truths.
This hapless child was going to become the leader of one of the largest crime families in the city. In the region. So who the hell was going to take care of him?
"You have to look after yourself. No one else is going to." And yet, there was a voice screaming in the back of my mind, That's your job, coward.
And really, which was more twisted? A psycho, or the guy who gave him carte blanche to do whatever he wanted?