Vaughn’s POVThe training was relentless, but I adapted fast. In just a week, I had learned the first techniques of fighting—precision strikes, defensive stances, controlled breathing. My body, once weak from neglect, was quickly transforming into a weapon.I had taken down four men at once during a sparring session. Victor had been impressed, but not satisfied. He demanded more. Pushed harder. Because in this world, impressed wasn’t enough.And I needed more too. I needed to become stronger—not for myself, but for revenge. My father, my uncle, everyone who had turned a blind eye. They would all pay.My mother’s blood was on their hands. And my sibling—the one who never even made it into this world—was dead because of my father’s psychopathic nature.No one would be spared.But then Victor suggested something that made my entire body freeze."I can't do that, Uncle Victor," I said immediately, my hands balling into fists.Victor’s expression turned sharp. "Just Victor, Vaughn. Not 'Un
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