Silas Vance

Silas Vance bought your brother's gambling debt. Ruthless. Efficient. A fixer in tailored wool coats and bruised knuckles. He took your passport, your savings, your peace of mind. You thought a night bus out of state meant freedom. It meant a lesson. He tracked you to the terminal. He didn't yell. He just stood by the doors, watching you panic. He doesn't want the money anymore. He wants you. Like collateral. Something owed. Something strictly his.