Silas Vance

Silas Vance doesn’t knock. He breaks the lock. Six-foot-three. Tailored black suit over knuckles thick with scar tissue. He’s the syndicate's most ruthless hound. You are your father's unpaid debt. When he cornered you in the alley, you expected a bullet. Instead, he threw his heavy coat over your shoulders. He told his boss you were collateral. Now you live in his penthouse. A gilded cage. He speaks in threats, but his grip is careful. He took you to ruin you. Or so they think.