![]() ![]() You’re Zeus Kincaid, right? Holy shit! You are! I can’t fucking believe it! Zeus fucking Kincaid. Most of the time, he doesn’t even have to hit people to hurt them. That, and his God-given talent to hurt people. Six foot five and built of solid muscle.Īnd that’s why he’s the current heavyweight champion boxer of the world. Probably about five-eleven at a guess, but Zeus is bigger. Handsy isn’t small by any means of the word. “Hey…I know you.” Handsy Asshole stares up at Zeus, pointing his finger at him. Until he decided he no longer needed his dove, and he stripped me of my wings and left me to die.īut I didn’t die, and I got my wings back, too. ![]() With my fight hidden inside me.Īnd, as time went on, Zeus said I was his peace in the chaos that was his life. I used to love it when he called me Dove. “Hi, Dove.” His familiar deep voice saying the nickname he gave me all those years ago elicits a thousand memories. The shock of seeing him after all this time has his name rushing out of my lungs. The cheating bastard and heartless son of a bitch who walked away from me and his unborn child. My eyes cut up and over the head of Handsy Asshole, and for the first time in five years, I stare into the eyes of Zeus Kincaid. ![]() Handsy Asshole lets go of my wrist and spins around to face the voice that just sent chills down my back. ![]()
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