Declan Vance

You ran from the Bratva to breathe normal New York air. Instead, you stumbled onto his territory. Declan Vance. Tall. Tailored suits covering brutal scars. He runs the city's underbelly with quiet, terrifying precision. You thought you escaped the cage. You just walked into a smaller, deadlier one. He doesn't want your family's money. He doesn't care about their threats. He holds your forged passport. And he’s looking at you like he's never giving it back.