CLAIM - CF WHITE -TAPA BLANDA INGLES

Razor
Prison didn't scare me.
I'd survived worse than locked doors and concrete walls. Fear never kept me alive. Reputation did. Violence did. Knowing exactly when to swing first did.
Then they came after the one thing I couldn't protect.
Tristan Hale-Fitzroy.
The barrister who should've forgotten I ever existed. The man I'd pushed away because loving me was always going to destroy him.
Only he came back.
He walked into a prison to stand beside me when everyone else was trying to bury me.
I told him to leave.
He refused.
Because someone wanted me silenced. Someone with enough power to make sure I never walked free.
I'd spent my whole life fighting to survive.
But this time...I might have something worth surviving for.

Tristan
I finally became the man I'd always wanted to be.
A barrister. Independent. Respected. Free to build a future that belonged to me.
Then Razor Slade needed me.
Not as the man who loved him. As the man who could save him.
The evidence said he was guilty. My instincts said someone had made sure of that. Because the further I dug, the uglier the truth became. Corruption. Lies. Men willing to destroy anyone who got too close.
Walking away would've protected my career.
Defending him could cost me everything.
But I'd already learnt the hardest lesson of all: some people are worth losing everything for.