Twisted In His Chains

They say time heals all wounds.
They lie.
Some wounds don't heal. They fester. They scar. They grow quiet and deep, buried beneath layers of silence and survival. And just when you think you've escaped them, they find you. In a name. In a voice. In a single look that takes you back to everything you fought to forget.
It's been four years since I ran.
Four years since I slipped out of that broken house with a bag on my shoulder and blood still drying on my father's knuckles.
Four years since I disappeared into the night and swore I'd never look back.
And I didn't.
Not once.
Not until now.
Because the past doesn't stay buried-not when you owe something to the wrong kind of people.
Not when your father's debts were never paid.
And especially not when your name was whispered to the Mikhailov Syndicate.
They found me.
I don't know how. I don't know why. But I felt it the moment I saw him-dark suit, colder eyes, and a smirk that told me my life was no longer mine. He didn't have to say anything. I already knew.
My freedom was over.
My debt, inherited.
And my future... tangled in something far more dangerous than I ever imagined.
Vincenzo..

{FIRST BOOK}