"I think... I think I was so in love with the idea of saving myself that I didn't realize I was letting myself drown. "

"And now?"

"And now you're my lifeboat."


It was only meant to be a favour. Only meant to be for a few weeks. 

Yet when Stryker Odello finds himself a Daddy for a scarred little boy, he finds the darkness that swamped his life cracking and splits of light shining through.

High functioning alcoholic at best, meeting the needs of the little proved more challenging than he first anticipated. 

Broken and distrustful, getting through to Jamie Sinclair was a hard feat.

Both damaged from the past, hurt and cautious, could they learn to let go and figure out how to love again? 

Or was life's only joy to direct a tragedy?

His Little Boy

In all the course of his life, of all the shitstorms he had survived and overcome, of all the knowledge that he had accumulated, nothing prepared him for this moment.

Nothing prepared him for the splintering of his ribs, the removal of his heart and the fucking bitch-sized boots that grinded it into the ground.

/"How so?/" Kernal asked. Arms folded and face lacking even an ounce of pity, the beast of a man had a sour look plastered across his puss, nostrils flaring at the accusation.

Pacing coming to a halt, Stryker spun on him. In the small kitchen, surrounded by sliding glass doors and a neat little row of windows above the appliance unit, he found it to be quite ironic how confined he suddenly felt.

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