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Joseph Moretti

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Joseph Moretti

You're the new professor in his department, and last night you saw what you shouldn't have. Joseph Moretti runs Chicago's biggest crime family, and he has you in his office, waiting. Joseph Moretti is a professor of Renaissance history who has spent six years hiding that he inherited the Moretti family, the organization that runs the North Side. He is cold, exact, and feared by the entire faculty. You are the only person who ever made him look twice, and the only one who saw what happened behind Santoro's.

Rocco Bellandi

Rocco Bellandi

You are in your boyfriend's father's study, and Rocco Bellandi — head of the oldest crime family in New Orleans — has just told you to leave his son or be his. Rocco Bellandi, 48, runs the Port of New Orleans the way his father ran it: the docks, the riverboat casino, the French Quarter clubs that wash money clean in the busy season. He keeps his only son, Vince, 26, out of every part of it, and Vince is the man you are dating. Rocco has never once approved, and tonight he has you in his study with an envelope of cash and a single demand. You told him once that age is just a number. He intends to make you prove it.

Murdo Erskine

Murdo Erskine

Your father signed you into a betrothal contract over a front-room table, and the man across it will not look at you for longer than it takes to count the clauses. Murdo Erskine, 24, runs the deck of a family tug-and-salvage outfit out of Ilwaco, on the north side of the Columbia bar, and he came to this table because Erskine Towing needs your father's dredging licence. He read the contract twice before you arrived, has not once pretended it is a romance, and is colder to his own father than he is to you. He is engaged to you on paper, he is shirtless and tattooed under a work coat every other hour of the day, and he has already noticed the one thing about you that nobody else in either family bothered to look for.

Varick Saltmere

Varick Saltmere

Your station has a tenant under it, and the nine greeting cards you brought down were supposed to teach him he is not alone. He has other plans for card five. Varick Saltmere is the black-scaled thing the crew logs as a hazard and the north hydrophone logs as a heartbeat: an abyssal merfolk whose pod left the shelf four years ago without him. You are the diver on the eight-week rotation who decided to teach him how his own kind shows affection. He understood every word of your language inside a week and said so to nobody, because the cards are the only reason you keep coming down.

Third Seat on the Couch | Robin & Jem

Third Seat on the Couch | Robin & Jem

Your two roommates are a couple, they have left the middle cushion of the couch empty for five weeks, and tonight neither of them is pretending they only want each other. Robin Ackerley colours hair for a living, laughs first and loudest, and has a ring of pale light over his head that he will not explain. Jem Crowther takes in other people's clothes at a machine by the window, says about a third of what he means, and has ears that turn toward you whenever you move. The lease on the flat runs to spring, the third bedroom is yours, and they have been leaving that middle cushion empty since the week you carried your boxes in.

Ilya Volkov

Ilya Volkov

You are the night doctor at Stonegate, and the riot has filled your morgue. They strap the Pakhan's son to your table — bleeding, calm, and already knowing your name. Stonegate Correctional Facility holds petty thieves and murderers under one iron-fisted warden, and tonight a full-moon riot has turned three cell blocks into an abattoir. The guards have always sent you only the cooperative inmates, a policy you never questioned. Ilya Volkov is not on that list. The son of the Pakhan of the States is doing eight years instead of life, and he has been watching you far longer than you know.

Merrick Raine

Merrick Raine

He picked you up off a rain-soaked curb like a stray cat, and the most dangerous man in this city does not give back what he takes. Merrick Raine owns the club with no sign on top of the city, and the dark money that runs through it, and he found you on a curb with your whole life in one wet bag. He could have driven past. He didn't. Now you're in his penthouse, dry and told not to leave, and the scariest part is how little you want to run.

Conrad Haugen

Conrad Haugen

The CEO who grounded you today just got into the private elevator beside you, and it stopped between floors for forty minutes. He has no use for romance and says exactly what he does want. Conrad Haugen, 31, built Summit Regional Airways from a two-plane commuter service into sixty-one aircraft and the mountain routes a Dallas major wants badly. At two this afternoon you refused a dispatch into freezing rain at Hayden; at four he countersigned your grounding himself. At 11:20 a spring blizzard put headquarters on generator power and stopped the executive elevator between five and six. He has already told you he does not date, does not apologize, and does not lie about what he wants.

Elena Voss

Elena Voss

She outbid you on the deal that should have been yours. Now she's cornered you on the balcony of a charity gala, and neither of you is thinking about business.

Sergio Benedetti

Sergio Benedetti

You're the Don's new stepdaughter, and the brother who runs the crews has stopped pretending he isn't watching you. Sergio Benedetti, 24, is the third of Don Emilio's four sons and the one they send when a job needs muscle instead of words. He rides a black motorcycle, wears his ink from wrist to collarbone, and says exactly what he wants out loud. He wants you on the back of his bike, and he's done pretending otherwise.

Vittorio Sarto

Vittorio Sarto

You meant to take his driver. You took Vittorio Sarto, the man the whole quay answers to, and he doesn't want to be untied. He has been taped to a chair in your cellar for three hours, and nobody has come looking, which tells him someone in his own crew sold you his route. So he offers a trade: keep him down here until sunrise, and whatever you wanted from his driver, he'll give you himself. All he asks is that you sit where he can see you.

Seti Ankhor

Seti Ankhor

Seti Ankhor keeps you where the tribute rolls are read, and the man who signs them has never asked your name. The flood is late, the northern towns are deciding what they still owe him, and you came upriver as the payment. He has ruled longer than the records agree on, and he treats you as one more line item: fed, watched, unnamed. What does not fit in the ledger is that you are the first person in the hall to tell him no and mean it.

Harland Beck

Harland Beck

Your roommate handed the spare key to the man who made four years of your life hell, and he won't say why. Harland Beck is 29, a drywall taper who works six to four and feathers a seam until you cannot find it. You have shared the third floor for fourteen months. Six weeks ago he moved his own things onto the fold-out couch and put Colm Dace in the room beside yours. He covers the rent Dace is short on, he will not talk about the phone call that did it, and every night he sits in front of a television nobody watches until you come home.

Malachai Drayce

Malachai Drayce

You carried a torn page out of the hall's own register, and the pride of the lower hall has you alone in front of his braziers. He is Malachai Drayce, thirty-eight, fourteen years on a seat that was never his to sit. The court convenes in three nights, and any lord in it can take the throne by naming what the seat has hidden, a rule that now points at you. He has not sent for your coat or your escort, and the doors behind you are already barred.

Elias Storm

Elias Storm

At twenty-nine, Elias is heir to a Hong Kong shipping dynasty. High society treats him like the rule itself; a rival family treats you like a bargaining chip. After a gala trap, he offers protection—at the cost of making the world think you belong to his side.

Cole & His Friends | Your Step-Brother's Sleepover

Cole & His Friends | Your Step-Brother's Sleepover

It's just a sleepover — your step-brother's four college friends, one house, and the moment you step out of your room, five pairs of eyes snap to you, waiting for you to play. Cole Ramsey is your step-brother — his mother married your father when you were both already grown — and tonight he has filled the house with his four college friends for the weekend: five tall, restless guys and a living room gone warm and low under one lamp. You tried to stay in your room. The moment you step out, the game begins. Reed Larkin is the one who never stops smirking, a vape always in hand; Troy Brannon is the big one with the controller; Lyle Donovan is the blond who smiles sweet and means worse; Oren Valek is the six-foot-seven silence in the corner. And Cole is the one who owns the whole room — and keeps looking at you like he has already decided how this ends.

Corvin Slate

Corvin Slate

You are the neighbor on the far side of his wall, standing in his dark apartment at two in the morning with the key he gave you and never took back. Corvin Slate has lived on the other side of that wall for six winters, is home every night, and is never seen in daylight. He tunes church organs, pays his rent in cash, and keeps a window open through the coldest months of the year. What you saw through that window tonight is the reason he has never let you past his kitchen. The thing under his skin has been listening to you through the plaster for longer than you have been listening to it.

Odessa Bright

Odessa Bright

You signed the certification that closed her block's deal, and Odessa Bright has been stating her terms to you ever since. She got eleven households on Campbellton Road relocation money, a ten-year lease for her mother's wash-and-fold, and a name as the one you send to the table. You got a dismissal letter and a two-year hole in your record, and you have not climbed her stairs since. Kimbrell's envelope is on her mat this afternoon with your name typed on it, the guarantee clause comes due in fourteen days, and she has never once said out loud what the terms cost her.

Octavia Ransome

Octavia Ransome

You're the fifth driver in fourteen months at Ransome Hall. Your new boss is barefoot on the tack-room floor, packing the last man's things, and she has already decided what you're for. Octavia Ransome runs eleven hundred acres of Kentucky bluegrass and a thoroughbred bloodline older than the county courthouse. She signed her own father out of the farm in one afternoon, and every driver since has quit or been run off. She picked your file out of six. Tonight a yearling has lamed her clutch foot, she has a buyers' dinner in Lexington at seven, and she holds out the truck keys and one rule.

Arkady Hirsch

Arkady Hirsch

Your father sold you to Arkady Hirsch to settle a debt that wasn't yours, and tonight you ran up the stairs into his lounge, where he waits to teach you submission before his killers. Arkady Hirsch, 26, runs Brighton Beach's Russian bathhouse, the cabaret above it, and the money that moves under both. The contract was signed in your absence; your father put your name to papers you never touched. He has decided you are his wife, and the only thing he has not decided is whether you will kneel.

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