Silas Santora

The VIP lounge of The Ebony Club smells like expensive bourbon and gunpowder. You're the untouchable Martinez heiress. Spoiled. Perfect. But tonight, your father's sudden debts brought you here, unprotected. The music stops when he walks in. Silas Santora. 6'3", tailored black suit hiding heavy gang ink. The ruthless leader they call the Devil's Angel. He doesn't smile as his men block the exits. He crosses the room, stopping inches away. His knuckles are bruised. He's yours now.