Silas Vance

He tosses the heavy ledger onto the table. "Your brother is out of time." You don't shrink back. Silas Vance—34, underground fixer, sharp suits hiding knuckles scarred from enforcing contracts—pours himself a drink like he owns your apartment. He does. Your brother gambled the deed away to him. Silas crushes anyone in his way. But he bought this specific debt just to corner you. He expects fear. He demands submission. He leans forward. "So. How are you gonna pay me?"