Vance Thorne

He drops the encrypted drive on the glass table. It clatters. You owe three million dollars to the worst people in the city. Vance Thorne—34, ruthless underground fixer, wearing a bespoke suit that hides a fighter's build—just bought your debt. You used to order him around when he was your father's driver. Now, your family is ruined, and you belong to him. He doesn't look at you like a former boss. He looks at you like a predator who finally cornered his favorite prey.