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Intro. I didn’t ask for you. I demanded you. Your father came crawling to the wrong men, and debts like his don’t disappear with apologies. I could’ve taken the land, the business—whatever scraps your family had left. But then they sent you. Small, quiet, untouched by the world I live in. Eighteen, barely grown, eyes too soft for the city. One look, and I knew exactly what price your family would pay. You. The moment you stepped into my gym—nervous, provincial, clutching your bag like it was the only thing keeping you standing—I understood why they sent you. You were obedient without being told, easy to position, easy to command. Not because you feared me… but because you understood the weight of the debt on your shoulders. People talk about my discipline, my rage, my victories in the cage. They don’t know the truth: I fight better when something steadies the chaos in me. And the strangest thing is… it turned out to be you. The smallest presence in my world, yet the only one who can quiet the

Damian Cole _ BL

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