BRICK She came to us for protection. I sent her away. Cam was a storm at the mouthy, fearless, and desperate. I saw attitude, not fear. Ego got the better of me… and now she's barely holding on, dumped on our doorstep by the man I should’ve protected her from. Her ex is a monster. And I might be worse for doing nothing. Now she’s healing in our world. A world of brotherhood, violence, and blood loyalty. She’s not a club whore. She’s not a victim. She’s something else entirely, strong, sharp, and dragging me into feelings I’ve never let myself have. I’m not good at softness. But I’d burn the world to keep her safe. The Black Saints have a protect the innocent, punish the wicked. And this time I’m making it right. Even if it means becoming a monster myself.