Tyrant by Gianni Holmes

Rumor has it I’m a tyrant.
The head of the Russian mob you don’t want to cross.
After all, I killed my wife when she betrayed me.
Then I buried her in the same grave as her lover, my best friend.
Rumor has it I stole their love child.
The little boy that, for the first two years of his life, I thought was mine.
They say I locked him up on a deserted estate where he’s gone mad talking to imaginary friends.
Rumor has it the boy is mine now.
That I let him roam my mansion completely naked.
And he has a life sentence for paying for his mother’s crimes in my bed.
Rumor has it I’m obsessed with this little ray of sunshine in my dark world.
And anyone who tries to hurt him will soon take their last breath.
Still, you shouldn’t listen to rumors. They’re not always true. Sometimes.