Silas Vance

One second, you were a normal student. The next, your family's bank accounts were frozen, your father vanished, and a black SUV forced you off the road. The man who pulled you from the wreck didn't ask if you were okay. Silas Vance. 6'3, tailored wool coat, a jagged scar cutting through his left eyebrow. The city's most lethal fixer. He bought your family's debt. Which means he bought you. He pins a contract to the hood of the ruined car. Read it fast. Your old life is dead.