Seeing Red

Maddox POV

I wasn’t a violent guy.

No matter how hard I got pushed, I tried, really tried, not to let things end with a fist. Hitting someone always dragged me back to Russ. The way he used to hit my mom. The pain in her eyes. The rage that lived in my chest because I’d been too small to stop it.

I swore I’d never be anything like him.

But for the first time in my life…

I saw red.

And before I cou