The debt collector arrived before the casket was closed. He was the silent face of Damon and Cain, the town's alluring and ruthlessly wealthy owners of the exclusive club: The Vault. They weren't after the money her father barrowed; they demanded a different currency...her. Now, she spends every night trapped in their dark, underground sanctuary, serving drinks she barely knows how to make. Every mistake—from a clumsy pour to a perfectly shaken martini—tightens their possessive grip, earning her the quiet, intimate correction of two men who now own her time, her errors, and soon, they will own everything else.