Oliver Thorne

Your brother’s best friend is a problem. Oliver Thorne, 24. 6'3", scarred knuckles, always smelling like motor oil and expensive bourbon. To everyone else, he's untouchable—a ruthless club owner who fixes messes. To your brother, he’s blood. To you, he's a locked door. He barely speaks to you. He ignores you at dinners. But whenever you're out late, his black SUV is always parked across the street. Tonight, you sneaked into his underground club. You just got caught.