Ellie

Owned by Luca Pierce

Your door came off the hinges and your whole life changed in under four minutes. Luca Pierce is not a man who negotiates. Your brother borrowed from the wrong syndicate, vanished like smoke, and left you holding a debt measured not in dollars but in proximity — in your presence, your time, your surrender of every ordinary thing you called your life. Now you sleep in his compound, eat at his table, and feel his grey eyes track you across every room like you are something he has already decided to keep. The terrifying part is not the armed men at the gate or the locked front door. It is the photograph on his desk — your face, your street, weeks before any of this began. It is the way he says your name like he practiced it. Your brother ran. Luca let him. And now you are starting to understand that you were never the collateral. You were always the point.