Bound by DH Sidebottom

Two years later.

Anderson Cain’s life has changed so much. But then not so much.
The hunger for violence and bloodshed is still raw, still as consuming as ever. The need to know where he came from, and how he got there, is still as pungent as ever. The need for pain and degradation he craves is now becoming unbearable, and the crushing constraint he fights with, not to mix brutality with sex, is growing fiercer with every breath.
Yet, there is one thing that fills his lungs with pure air, one thing that gives his life purpose and hope, and only one thing that calms the turbulent storm of rage inside him.

Sam. The epitome of his mother.
The replica of the gentle soul Anderson will never forget. Never stop loving. Never stop longing for.
Unwilling to allow anyone to destroy the only thing he lives for, Anderson’s life is thrown into hell when Sam suddenly takes ill. The very thing that owns Anderson’s cold and damaged heart is threatened, and when it seems like history has a nasty way of repeating itself, once again, an unexpected soul steps up and takes hold of his hand.
The calm and serenity only one woman could give him was snatched away two years ago, and he thought he would never feel that quietness in the core of him once again.

Except, sometimes, someone, somewhere, offers us retribution for our sins. A hand reaches out to hold ours. And a gentle heart can, and does, settle the fury inside us.
Amidst suffering.
Comes mercy.
And punishment.