Page 158 of Merciless Sinner
The moment my son understands what kind of man I am. The moment he realizes I break bones not out of rage, but because I believe in balance. Just like I did with Whitford. Just like I will continue to do with Kingsley.
I rub my thumb over a faint scar along my wrist. The Collector is circling.
My men are being tested.
My empire is being measured.
Let them measure.
Let them test.
I am not the man they tried to kill ten years ago.
I am a husband.
A father.
A king who learned that love does not make you weaker?—
It makes you precise.
Below me, Vegas pulses like a living organism.
Inside, my family sleeps. And somewhere in a hospital room, Preston Kingsley is learning what it means to survive something he cannot control.
He'll heal. I'll make sure of it. Because suffering is only meaningful if it lasts.
And I collect in installments.
