Filthiest Of Them All

<p class=ql-align-center><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Say his name loud enough and he might hear it.</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>No one dares speak his name for fear he'll come for them.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>My brother ruined his life and now he plans to return the favor. For months I've been living in a cage dreading the moment he finds me. When he does it's like a ghost materializing. I'm taken trapped at his side never knowing when my end will come.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The Denver Kings control everything and with war on the horizon I can only pray it distracts him long enough to keep him out of my bed.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I hate him. I hate everything he stands for. But I can't deny it-this tattooed Aztec god is impossible to ignore.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I thought my brother was the only person who cared about me. Turns out the only one who does is the monster I've been running from.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>His name is Alexander Denver. But everyone knows him as </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The Butcher</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>-and now I'm his prey.</span></p>