Where Broken Things Belong
Sold to London's notorious Burman Bar by her father, defiant Dixie emerges from a crate swinging. Beaten bloody by the bar's intimidating, silent Enforcer for attacking the resident medic, her spirit remains unbroken. "Run?" he grunts, wiping her bloodied lip. "...Run." she rasps, defiance blazing.
Instead of escape, Dixie ie shackled with an apprenticeship: to him. Under his brutal, wordless tutelage, she learns the bar's violent rhythms — breaking brawls, collecting debts, navigating its neon-soaked, alternate-Britain underworld. She discover a shocking aptitude for its controlled chaos. The Enforcer, a fortressof silence, observes her transform from feral scrap to lethal shadow, her instincts mirroring the bar's savahe pulse.
Their world is fractured glass and sawdust, punctuated by bursts of violence. As Dixie masters its brutal dance, the unspoken tension between mentor and apprentice deepens. Shared glances hold volumes;protective instincts flare amidst the brawls. In this crucible of fists and flickering neon, Dixie finds not just survival, but a perverse belonging. And the man who broke her might be forging something far more dangerous—a bond neither can name, forged in blood and Burman's shadow.
Can silence hold back the heat of this violent, inevitable collision?