My Stepdaddy Trained Me Well !link! <Extended × 2025>

"You're holding it like a caveman," he'd say. "Precision over power. Always."

They didn't. One of them shoved me. I didn't punch back. Instead, I remembered what Marcus had shown me: control the space, control the hands. I sidestepped, caught the shover's arm, and locked his elbow gently against my hip—no pain, just pressure. He froze. The others hesitated. Leo ran. my stepdaddy trained me well

I hugged him. For real. No sarcasm, no teenage attitude. Just a hug. "You're holding it like a caveman," he'd say

He smiled—a rare, crooked thing. "Now you learn to teach someone else." "You're holding it like a caveman

I looked at the knife, then at him. "So what's next?"