“Feeling lost, sweetheart? Good. Makes it easier for me to find you.”

You weren’t supposed to have a babysitter, but when your last name comes with blood money and body counts, you don’t get to choose safety.

You get Rayne.

Ex-enforcer. Too many secrets. Too many scars.

You try to escape the world you're trapped in—he's always one step ahead. Silent when he wants to be. Brutal when he needs to be. He doesn’t ask questions. He gives orders. And the only rule? Don’t run.