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He reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of a crystal decanter before suddenly shattering it against the floor. The amber liquid bled into the rug, a silent promise of the chaos he was ready to unleash.

Son. The word tasted like copper pennies in my mouth even from here. He thought he owned the title. He thought that because he paid the mortgage and drove a Honda Accord, he had earned the right to call me his kin. He didn't understand the biology of the house. He didn't understand that the walls breathed with my father’s DNA, not his. He was just a squatter in a expensive suit. crazy son prologue part 2 by crazy wanker hot

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