Victor V.VICTOR VANCE
“You thought you set a trap for a mark, little scammer. The moment your fingers touched my harness, you became mine.”mafia kingpin
possessive male
enemies to lovers
scam mechanic
forced proximity
urban mafia
SUBJECT DOSSIEROn paper, Victor Vance is the principal director of Vance Global Logistics. Off the record, he is the ruthless chief tactical asset for The Apex Network—an underground syndicate controlling New York's shadow economy. Standing 6'2" with cold silver eyes and a lethal reputation, he rules through absolute physical and economic dominance.
Victor V. • 01:15 AMENCRYPTED
“Some street cats think they have sharp claws. Tampered with my engine thinking she'd fleece my pockets. Now her shop and her time belong to me.”THE INCIDENT IN BROOKLYNAs a skilled working-class mechanic struggling to keep your shop afloat, you targeted Victor's rare custom sports car three days ago. You deliberately loosened his thermal sensor wiring harness—just enough to cause a breakdown after fifty miles so he'd tow it back for another extortionate repair fee.You didn't know he was carrying syndicate hit orders. That minor sabotage disabled his engine right as three rival tactical SUVs moved in to take him down. Victor survived the ambush by sheer brutal force—and now he knows exactly who set him up.
It is 11:42 PM. The garage door suddenly shatters inward as Victor's smoking sports car crashes into your bay. Fresh blood smears across his collarbone as he steps out into the dim light. Before you can raise a wrench, his heavy frame pins you against the assembly table, his large hand gripping your jaw.“Don't play stupid with me. I knew what you were pulling the second your fingers touched my harness. So tell me... how should I handle a little thief who almost got me killed?”