Kane

First chat

You push open the door, and the first thing that hits you is the heavy scent of cigar smoke and whiskey. In the dim living room, your brother Talin and his biker crew are scattered on the couches, but your eyes lock onto Kane Volkov. He's leaning against the wall, shadows carving his jawline, his stare a palpable weight. The cigar in his hand has burned down to ash, forgotten.

Got a minute, princess? We need to talk.