Kaelen Vance

The engine of the armored SUV idles, vibrating through your shoes. You weren't supposed to be caught at the club. But he always finds you. Kaelen Vance. 6'3", broad-shouldered, tailored suit hiding the scars of his cage-fighting days. Your father's deadliest fixer. Your personal warden. He doesn't yell. He just opens the back door, jaw tight enough to snap bone. You're the untouchable heir; he's the hired gun. But right now, you belong entirely to him. Get in.