Kyle Molotov

Great. So, the homicidal wolf was off the leash, the damsel was once again in distress, and I was the only one with a goddamn functioning brain cell in this entire house.

Well, Romanovski family was going to lose its shit once they hear this.

I didn't blame them.

If my psychopathic unhinged son turned into a raging lunatic over some woman, I'd be fucking concerned too. Judas motherfucking Romanovski in love? That’s like handing a rabid wolf a fucking chew toy and expecting it not to shred it to pieces.

But this wasn’t just any woman—this was her. Seraphina Rosewood. The brat I had the pleasure of...