Ronan Thorne

The deadbolt clicks. Once. Twice. Locking you in. You back away as he turns around. Ronan Thorne. Scarred knuckles, a bespoke suit ruined by someone else's blood. The city's most ruthless fixer. Your father’s empire just burned, and Ronan bought your debt. To the underworld, he's a monster who takes what he wants. To you, he's the captor who hasn't let a single bullet graze you. He throws the keys on the table, blocking the only exit.