LOGINElena Vance has spent five years being quiet. Quiet in her spotless kitchen, quiet under her husband’s fists, quiet when the world around her forgot she existed. Mark Vance has taken her savings, her friends, and her freedom. Then he loses $250,000 to the Ironhead Cartel. When Jax Mercer walks into their home, he doesn’t ask for the money. He takes what Mark loves most: his car, his watch, and his wife. And Mark lets him. Jax is the cold, calculating king of a criminal empire, a man who has never needed to raise his voice. He holds Elena as collateral, and he has no intention of being kind. But when he sees the bruises Mark left on her skin, something in him turns to ice. He doesn’t touch broken things. He doesn’t clean up another man’s mess. And he doesn’t share what belongs to him. Locked inside Jax’s compound, Elena is terrified, trapped, and sure she is about to be destroyed. Instead, she is handed a dangerous job: help Jax find a traitor hiding in his own house. It is the one thing she is good at, and the first time in years that anyone has needed her. But Jax is a man who trades in power, not mercy. Every day under his roof pulls Elena deeper into his world, and every night makes it harder for her to tell whether she’s his captive, his weapon, or something far more dangerous to them both. As rival cartels circle, Mark returns to claim what he sold, and the line between ownership and obsession begins to burn, Jax will have to choose: let go of his collateral, or burn down everything he’s built to keep her safe.
View MoreElena’s POVMark’s laptop still had his fingerprints on the screen.I saw them the moment Gideon led me into Jax’s office and left me alone with it, smudges along the edges where my husband had carried it, a greasy thumbprint in one corner. It made my stomach turn. Even here, in this black windowless room, he was still touching things I had to live with.I sat down in the leather chair. My feet didn’t reach the floor properly. I felt like a child who had been put in a stranger’s seat.Midnight, I told myself. You have until midnight.It took me nine tries to guess the password.I tried his birthday. His mother’s name. The Porsche. Then, with a hollow feeling in my chest, I typed the date we were married, and the screen opened.I stared at it. Out of everything he could have chosen to guard his secrets, he had chosen the day he promised to love me. Of course he had. It was the one date he would never think to defend, because he was sure I would never think to use it.I almost l
Elena’s POVI didn’t sleep.The room Gideon led me to was bigger than the bedroom I had shared with Mark, and colder. A bed made with crisp gray sheets. A narrow window sealed behind iron bars disguised as decoration. A bathroom with a lock on the inside, which I found almost more frightening than a lock on the outside. It meant they didn’t care whether I locked myself in. There was nowhere for me to go.I sat on the edge of the mattress all night with my coat still on, listening to the house breathe. Footsteps. A low voice through the wall. Once, laughter, rough and male, that made my whole body go rigid until it faded.Broken goods. Trash.The words had followed me down the corridor and settled behind my ribs like the bruise. What stupid thing was wrong with me, that of everything that had happened, that was the part I couldn’t stop turning over? A man had been about to use me, and I had shaken like a leaf, and then he had looked at me and decided I wasn’t worth the trouble. An
Elena’s POVThe office had no windows.That was the first thing I noticed when Gideon released my arm and the door shut behind me with a sound too soft for how final it was. Black walls. A desk as wide as a coffin. A leather chair, a single lamp, a decanter on a side table. No clock. I had counted the whole drive, every turn, every red light, twenty-six minutes in the dark, and now the counting had nothing left to hold on to.The lock clicked. I felt it in my teeth.Jax stood with his back to the door, slipping out of his coat. He hung it over the chair with slow, careful hands. He had not spoken a single word to me since my kitchen, and the silence was a cruelty all on its own. Mark’s silences always ended in something. I knew their shapes. This one I couldn’t read.She’s clean. She’s young. She’s obedient. Mark’s voice kept looping in my head like a stuck record. He had been selling a product, and I knew what happened to products. They got used.So this was it. This was how I
Elena’s POVMark's weeping was the worst sound I had ever heard him make.I stood frozen at the edge of the kitchen, one palm flat against the cold granite, the other pressed to my ribs where the bruise throbbed in time with my pulse. In five years I had learned the language of my husband's rage: the slam of a cabinet, the particular silence before a backhand. I was fluent in it. But this wet, hiccupping sobbing, his face buried in his hands among the glittering shards of the whiskey glass, was a dialect no one had ever taught me."Mark," I whispered. "Maybe we could call someone. Your brother, or—"His head snapped up. For one breath I saw the old Mark, jaw clenched, eyes red and murderous, and my body folded on its own: shoulders rising, chin tucking, breath stopping. Please don't. I didn't mean it. But the terror in his face swallowed the fury whole. He laughed, high and cracked."Call someone. Who, Elena? Who do you think there is?"I had no answer. I never did. It was the f
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