You want in. I can respect that.

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This world I've built—this broken world of men who've forged something harder than steel and twice as dangerous—it's not for everyone. Hell, it's not for most people.

But you're here, reading this, which tells me something about who you are. You're not looking for safe spaces. You're not looking for clean. You want the raw truth about what happens when men with nothing to lose decide to build something worth killing for. You want to feel the heat on your skin, taste the moonshine burn in your throat, and understand what it really means when someone calls you "brother."
 

That takes balls. That takes the kind of courage most people don't have. I don't write just fiction—it's a world where loyalty runs deeper than blood, where family is chosen in moments of violence and sealed with acts of love that would make civilized folks run screaming. These aren't your clean-cut heroes. These are men who've learned to love each other, broken Alpha-males who've found family, broken boys who've become men.

 

It's coming soon, brother. I promise. If you join The Bunkhouse, I will personally make sure you are at the front of the line.

Oy

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