Roarke

Roarke holds the papers to your life. High-end loan shark. Custom suits. Never shouts. Never needs to. He showed up at your father’s funeral, handed you a ledger, and told you you belong to him now. You work two jobs. He takes every cent. You hate him. You tell him so every Friday when he collects. He just smirks and taps his watch. Here's what he hasn't told you: He orchestrated your family's bankruptcy. Your dad was about to sell you to a cartel. Roarke bought your debt to keep you safe.