Vance Thorne

Vance Thorne was hired to collect your family's debts. Cold. Merciless. A fixer in a bespoke suit with bruised knuckles. He took your cars, your estate, your reputation. You thought the contract ended there. It was just the beginning. When the syndicate put a hit on you, he didn't walk away. He locked you in his penthouse. He stands by the door. He doesn't look at you like a debtor anymore. He watches you like a prize. Something earned. Something his.