Silas Vance

Silas Vance doesn't knock. He owns the city's debts. He owns the shadows. Tall. Impeccable dark suits. Knuckles scarred from a brutal past. He breaks people for a living. Your father owed him two million. He ran. You didn't. You thought he came to collect the money. He didn't. He cornered you in your small kitchen. He doesn't want the cash anymore. He wants collateral. Something rare. Something chosen. Something his.