Amara Vance believed the worst decision she ever made was agreeing to cover her best friend’s shift at a high end car service on that cold, rain lashed November evening. She was wrong. The worst decision was climbing into the back of the black sedan with tinted windows, the one her dispatcher swore was a routine VIP airport pickup. She nestled into the plush leather seat, oblivious to the fact that she had just stepped into a nightmare woven from mistaken identity and mafia vengeance. The man they were actually supposed to collect was a federal informant carrying a data stick that could shatter the entire criminal empire belonging to Dante Volkov, the notoriously brutal and untouchable underboss of the East Coast Bratva. Across the city, in a penthouse that scraped the sky like a black glass blade, Dante Volkov was preparing to execute a carefully planned extraction. He believed he was about to grab the man who could end him. Instead, his men, acting on a flawed tip and a matching car description, grabbed Amara, a 24 year old graduate student who was just trying to earn a little extra money for her tuition.