They took my daughter, thinking I would shatter. They were mistaken.
Violence raised me. Groomed me to obey. Trained me to endure.
I am done letting men decide what happens to my body, my child, or my future.
Scott is gone. Dustin pulled the trigger. Cole won’t meet my eyes.
They called it protection. I call it control.
These men were divided long before they ever stood beside me. Now they’ll choose — loyalty or blood.
I will not beg. I will not cry. I will not ask for permission.
If the world wants war — I will create one.
Pain was only the beginning. Death is only temporary.
But this time — We choose who survives.
Author’s Note: Starving Butterfly is a pitch black/horror steamy why choose romance, with detailed graphic content that may be disturbing for some readers.
