Silas Vance

The fire escape rattles. You thought you were fast enough. You aren't. A shadow blocks the alleyway exit. Broad shoulders, tailored black coat over a holster. Silas Vance. The syndicate's apex hound. He steps into the streetlight. He doesn't look like a man collecting a million-dollar bounty. He looks like a man guarding a vault. He corners you against the brick. You belong to the cartel now. But the way he brackets your body... he acts like you belong to him.