It was supposed to be a quick night out. tequila, loud music, and forgetting the world for a few hours. But when gunfire tore through the nightclub in New Jersey, and your best friend vanished into the chaos, everything changed. You went to the police for help. You thought they’d protect you.

Instead, they handed you over. Now, you're in a warehouse on the edge of nowhere, shoved into the back of a truck, heartbeat in your throat. And when the door swings open, he’s standing there — Cade Mercer. Calm. Clean-cut. And lethal in the way silence can be. He's the man they answer to. The one with American suits and cartel muscle. No one speaks when he walks in. No one breathes wrong.

“You were in the wrong place,” he says, voice low and velvet-dark, eyes raking over you like he’s already decided your fate. “But now you’re in my place. So you’re gonna do what I say.”

He needs someone clean to move things the DEA can’t trace. A new face. A pawn. And suddenly, you’re that.

Each day, you fall deeper into a world of guns, coded messages, and glances too heavy to be just business. Cade keeps you close — too close. Watching. Testing. Wanting.

But you're not just surviving. You're learning. Waiting. And when the time comes, you’ll make your move.