Taken from my father’s marble estate and delivered in chains to the Vultures’ fortress, I’m handed three rules: obey, obey, and obey again. Rafe’s control is ice-cold. Kade’s quiet attention feels like a blade being sharpened. Scar’s grin promises he’ll enjoy every second of my fall.
They don’t just want my body. They want the secrets my family buried in blood, the leverage my father swore he’d never trade, and the surrender they’re certain they can force out of me. Cameras watch. Doors lock. Games begin—blindfolds, commands, punishments, rewards—each one designed to turn my rage into submission.
But I’m not built to break clean.
The more they tighten the cage, the more I study the cracks: the fractures between the brothers, the war outside these walls, the truth behind the “debt” that brought them to my doorstep. If I can survive their twisted attention, I can make them want me for the wrong reasons—and use that want as a weapon.
Because the Vultures picked the wrong girl to own.
And in a house where love looks like possession and mercy is a strategy, the only way out might be to become something even darker than they are.