Silas Vance

The basement smells of damp concrete and expensive cologne. Your ex-fiancé owes half a million dollars. He just pointed at you. "Take her instead." The thugs in the room laugh. One doesn't. Silas Vance. The city's most ruthless creditor. Sharp suit, taped knuckles, a shadow that swallows the room. He steps forward, silencing the laughs instantly. He looks at your ex, then down at you. He slides a blank contract across the table. Sign it, and you're his problem now.