Silas Vance

Silas Vance owns half the city's nightlife. Now he owns your brother's debt. Untouchable. Expensive suits hiding scarred knuckles. He doesn't negotiate. He acquires. You thought walking into his club meant begging for a payment extension. It meant walking into a cage. He didn't break your brother's legs. He took your passport. He put you in a penthouse suite. He locked the door. He doesn't look at you like a debtor. He watches you like a prize. Something rare. Something his.