The Deadly Game

I was never supposed to survive him.
The pits don’t breed survivors. They breed corpses and monsters… and I’ve been both.
When Jinx Harrison nearly killed me in that cage, I did the one thing no one expected.
I got back up.
He’s The Enforcer. A storm wrapped in ink and muscle, raised on violence the way other kids are raised on bedtime stories. The Silent’s psychopath, feared even by the men who made him.
He doesn’t do gentle. Doesn’t do soft. Doesn’t let anyone close enough to see the war raging behind his eyes.
But he remembers me.
The fighter who refused to stay down. The disposable asset who looked at a monster and didn’t flinch.
Now, The Silent wants to use me as bait—leverage to drag him back under their control.
They think threatening me will make him heel.
They’re wrong.
Jinx Harrison doesn’t protect things he cares about.
He destroys anything that tries to take them.
And when the empire that made us comes for blood, we’ll show them exactly what happens when two weapons decide to turn on their masters.
Some monsters aren’t meant to be controlled.
Some monsters are meant to burn it all down.