Rook

Rook owns your father's life, and now he owns yours. He's the syndicate's best closer. Six-foot-three, bespoke suits, never raises his voice. Your dad gambled away the estate. Rook showed up with the deed and told you to pack. Now you live in his penthouse. You cook, you clean, you endure his freezing stares. Here's what nobody told you: He didn't steal your house. He bought your debt with his own money to keep the cartel from killing you. He's totally broke and risking his life.