Jace stepped out of the home gym, sweat dripping down his back, his muscles aching from the heavy weights and endless reps.
The Voss estate was massive... marble floors, high ceilings, and walls lined with family portraits that made him feel more like a ghost than a son. His family was extremely wealthy, the kind of wealth that came from real estate, tech deals, and discreet collaborations with mafia families like the Dragos. But wealth didn't mean love. His parents barely noticed him, and his siblings treated him like an afterthought.
As the youngest, he was the "problem child", the bully at school, the one who got into fights... but they didn't care as long as he didn't drag the family name through the mud.
"Keep it quiet, Jace," his father always said. "We have deals to protect."
