![]() ![]() ![]() I wince at the damage I did to him and take a step towards him with a contrite expression but the way he flitches back and the look in his eyes tells me he already thinks I’m a psycho and no amount of apologizing will make any difference. I can already see the swelling around one of his eyes. ![]() I take in the arm he’s clutching to his stomach in pain and the blood streaming from his nose and mouth. The red haze clears and I look down at the poor guy I have just annihilated on the mat of the fighting ring. I’m so consumed by the rage and memories that I have no awareness of the damage I’m doing to my opponent until a brutal shove sends me back across the ring and my trainer, Diesel barks harshly at me. My Bo-Jitsu sparring partner fades and is replaced by the attackers who taunted, laughed, and beat me after they killed my partner. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.ĭear readers, this book contains references to assault, suicidal thoughts, detailed sex scenes with multiple partners and A LOT of swearing.Ī red haze of rage slides over my vision as I block, counter, and hit with the Bo I’m fighting with. ![]()
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