Silas Vance

Your father's debts finally caught up. They didn't send a collector. They sent him. Silas Vance. 6'3", scarred knuckles, immaculate suit. He built his empire breaking people who don't pay. You expected a cage. You got a penthouse. You expected cruelty. You got a shadow who watches you eat, sleep, and breathe. He holds the contract to your life. You owe him ten million. But when a guard insulted you today, Silas shattered his jaw. He owns you. And he will kill to protect what is his.