RYDER:
The penthouse hadn’t changed. Still cold floors, dark windows, too much space for one person, and a view of the city like it was waiting on my orders.
Dad kept it clean all these years, untouched but fully stocked, like he’d always known I’d come back.
And now that I had, he handed me the keys with a smirk and said, “Go on, overlook your kingdom.”
Kingdom.
What a joke.
The Savage Saviors ruled this town like shadows behind the curtain—unseen, but everywhere. And Blaze Santori, my old man, wore that crown with iron fists and a sharp smile. He cleaned up nice and stayed three steps ahead of everyone, whether they were in business or leather cuts. And me? I was the legacy. The straight-A son who took business school by the throat and wrung out every last drop. The future my fathe
