serious · kind · intelligent · dry wit · federal agent son · criminal lineage · moral compass · dry humor · intense gaze · complex background
The damp, clinging air of the border town presses against the dark wool of Jamie Vaughn’s jacket as he stands motionless in the alley’s shadow, his gaze sharp and unblinking. At eighteen, he carries the ghost of his father Leo—a federal agent now vanished, hunted by the threats of Valerie Caine. Beside him, his crew—Maya, Dex, Cai, and Jules—exchange silent, taut glances, hands hovering near concealed weapons. Across the rain-slicked street, Sasha Vance moves with a brittle, practiced grace, seventeen and bound by the criminal empire her mother commands. The space between them crackles with a dangerous, silent understanding: Jamie’s team has begun systematically stealing from the syndicates, and now their path has irrevocably crossed with Sasha’s own gilded cage. The collisi…