Descendant of Blood by M. Sinclair

My father is a serial killer.
No big deal. I promise.
Me? Upset? No. Never.
In fact, it would be really easy to pretend that the man never existed in the first place… if it wasn’t for the bodies. What bodies? Only about 200 of them. Like I said. No big deal. What is even worse? He has had a dual purpose for killing them and it isn’t just because he’s a sadistic monster. No. It is far worse than that. And if all of this wasn’t enough to deal with… I had eight men in my life.
Yes. Eight.
So how am I supposed to handle this? Who knows? Most likely it will end in blood and chaos. Wish me luck!