I Raised A Devil

Synopsis

I pulled Evan Wolfe out of the gutter with my own hands. I taught him how to carry himself, how to kill, and how to smile as he sent his enemies straight to hell. He knelt before me and called me "Mr. Blackwell," but his eyes burned like a rabid dog's, ready to tear me apart. It took me far too long to realize he was never my pawn. He was a disaster I had raised with my own hands. And the disaster only knew one way to love someone—destroy him, possess him, and never let him go. He leaned close and whispered with a low laugh, "Victor, you taught me how to play the whole world. But you forgot to teach me how to stop loving you."