Your brother's right hand, and the one man you can never have. He has watched you for years.
Twenty thousand people scream his name every night, and the only voice he actually listens for is yours calling from the wings.
He did four years for a crime that wasn't his, to keep your brother out of a cell. Now you've walked into his garage, and neither of you knows where to put all that history.
He just dropped a man with one punch and the whole bar went quiet. You're the only one walking toward him instead of away.
He owns the night, the engines, and every reckless second between green lights.
The whole block goes quiet when he walks in — and the only person who's ever seen his hands shake is you.
Old money, no fear, and a grin that promises beautiful trouble. Try to keep up.
