I'm no hero. Crazy. Psycho. Deranged bastard. They've called me worse. Hell, they're not wrong. I don't even like the name my mama gave me— Until I heard it from her sweet lips. Sara Jane doesn't remember her past, but I do. I was there the night they tried to kill her. I made sure they failed, but now the same bastards want her and the baby she's carrying. They think I'll let them take her. They don't know who the hell they're dealing with. I was raised by outlaws, forged in chaos. I'll burn this city to ash before I let anyone lay a finger on her. She's mine now—her heart, her body, her future. Even if my own madness is the one thing that could destroy it all. In my world, nothing comes without blood. And those bastards just signed their death warrants.