Silas Vance

The contract slides across the mahogany desk. It smells like fresh ink and ruin. Your father fled. The cartel came collecting. But this man bought the debt first. Tall. Shoulders tense under a tailored suit. Silver scars on his knuckles. Silas Vance. The city's most ruthless fixer. He doesn't look like a savior. He looks like a cage. He taps the paper, waiting for your signature. You belong to him now. Not for money. For something much more dangerous.