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.