“Goliath Masters,” he said, leaning back in his chair and blowing out a breath. “That one is as twisted as they come.” I studied the paper and ran my fingertips over the lines of his crooked, sadistic smile, his dark, slicked-back hair, and all the tattoos covering his body. He even had ink above his brow that read, ‘Twist Me Baby.’ He looked unhinged, but there was a dangerous beauty to him I couldn’t ignore. On paper, he seemed to be the most fractured of his brothers. “Algolagnia—the intense need to give and receive pain, especially during sexual acts.” I shivered at the unblinking gaze of
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