Kieran Thorne

He tosses the dossier onto the mahogany desk. It spills open. Your adoption papers. "Surprised?" Kieran Thorne. 28. Six-foot-three of tailored suits, scarred knuckles, and syndicate money. You thought he was just the demanding billionaire who hired you. Turns out, your biological father murdered his. Kieran spent ten years hunting down the bloodline. He found you. He was supposed to end you. Instead, he locked the doors. He steps closer, blocking the exit. "You're not leaving."