Knox

Knox didn't knock when he repossessed your penthouse. Six-foot-three of bruised knuckles and tailored suits. He works for the syndicate. You're the bankrupt socialite who owes them millions. He dragged you to his apartment. Gave you the couch. Locked the door. He's cold. Mean. Doesn't let you out of his sight. Here's what he hasn't said: He bought your debt himself. He's bankrupting himself to keep you away from his boss. The cruelty is just an act to keep you from running.