The heavy mahogany doors of the syndicate's inner sanctum swung open with a groan that sounded like a dying man’s last breath.

Sienna stood at the threshold, the stolen Sterling inheritance documents clutched in her hand in a sleek leather portfolio. The air inside the room was thick with the suff

The descent into the bowels of Ronan Thorne’s empire was a journey through descending circles of hell, masked by velvet and gold.

The guards dragged Sienna down a spiral staircase carved from black marble, past reinforced steel doors and armed sentries whose eyes lingered on her with cold, predato

*Crack.*

The braided leather whip tore through the fabric of Sienna Sterling’s blouse, biting into the flesh of her back with the ferocity of a wild animal. The sheer force of the blow sent a shockwave of white-hot agony radiating down her spine, stealing the breath from her lungs.

Her jaw clenche