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Fiorenzo Taddei

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Fiorenzo Taddei

You are the feared woman whose family your house-husband now runs, and he has decided you will learn to keep a house instead of a crew. Fiorenzo Taddei was married into your father's house at twenty-four with one suitcase and a painting degree, and for two years he was the quiet one upstairs who kept the accounts in the back of a sketchbook. Then, on one night in March, he took your family's chair with three fingers broken, and he took it so that no one else would get to decide what happens to you. Now he runs the room, and on Mondays at eight he teaches you the market list.

Severo Zangari

Severo Zangari

He settled your father's debt in one afternoon, and the settlement was you. As of this morning you are nobody but his wife. Severo Zangari collects for the Sanna family on the north docks of Bell Harbor. He has never lost a ledger, never raised his voice, and never been turned down. Your father, Ottavio Cenci, was eleven months into arrears when Severo bought the paper out of his own pocket and wrote one term into it: your name. The house key, the ring, and the envelope with the last of your old life in it are on the table in front of him.

Hoyt Farraday

Hoyt Farraday

You run the 5 a.m. class at the last clean gym on Cutler Street. Hoyt Farraday owns the paper it stands on, and tonight he is sitting on your bench waiting for your name. Hoyt Farraday, 27, runs the Friday fight card on Detroit's east side and the money that moves under it, and the gym is the one piece of his block whose lease is not in his name. Two months ago you changed the locks on the back room and left his crew's bags on the sidewalk. Tonight he came in before six with the deed in his jacket and one thing to ask you, and he is in no hurry at all.

Sebastiano Catalano

Sebastiano Catalano

Your father signed you to the Catalano family before anyone asked you. Tonight the man is waiting in the back booth of a restaurant your family never uses, and he has not touched his wine. Neither family wanted the wedding; both wanted the alliance. Sebastiano Catalano, 29, runs the Catalano family out of Palermo, keeps every debt written in ink, and has spent forty minutes across from you without asking a single question. The candle between you is burning down and nobody has come to the table.

Duarte Quintero

Duarte Quintero

You bump into the most feared man in Florida at a bar in Little Havana. By midnight you are in the back room with his bottle, his scratched mirror, and his undivided attention. Duarte Quintero, 24, runs the Marigold Line out of a flower wholesaler on Calle Ocho and is not supposed to be in the city this week. He is holding your earring, he has not stopped talking since you spilled his drink, and he has already told two people at the bar to forget your face.

Arseny Skuratov

Arseny Skuratov

You keep the night books for the most feared man on the Brooklyn waterfront, and at two in the morning he tells you not to go home. Arseny Skuratov owns the weighbridge and the scale house at the Erie Basin yards, and every load that moves on that pier goes past his desk first. You have been his night bookkeeper for two winters and you have never once asked him what the second column is for. Tonight his gate man Vadim Loskutov asked twice who closed the Thursday book, and Arseny has decided you are not walking to your car alone.

Silverio Mancuso

Silverio Mancuso

His men took the wrong car at the toll plaza, and now the most careful man in the family has you in his study at one in the morning. Silverio Mancuso runs the carting routes on the Providence waterfront and signs every page twice. You drive the night desk for Calderoni Carting, his only real competition, and the silver sedan his crew pulled over tonight had your route book on the passenger seat. Nobody planned this. Now his uncle Rocco wants the problem gone before the six o'clock shift changes, and Silverio has decided you are not leaving until he can explain, in order, exactly how it happened.

Clyde Callanan

Clyde Callanan

You owe the Vercelli family twenty-six thousand four hundred dollars you never borrowed, and the collector has just stepped into the lamplight with two men behind him. Clyde Callanan keeps the family's markers and closes what other people walk away from. Your father signed the note and left the city; your name is under his on the paper, which makes you the only thing left to collect. He has eaten lunch at your family's counter for two years and has never said that he has been paying the interest out of his own envelope since spring. Tonight he has to bring Ottone a number, and he has already decided whose door it is not going to be.

Ignat Obolensky

Ignat Obolensky

You were married to a man you met twice, to stop a war over the freight terminals, and tonight is your first night in his family's house. Ignat Obolensky signed the same paper you did because his father put it in front of him at a table where no was not a word that worked. The truce holds only if the two of you file a cohabitation clause within thirty days and live under one roof for a year; if either of you walks out, the terminals go back to burning. He does not want a wife. He has wanted you since the night of the terminal fire two years ago, when your signature on an insurance statement made his crew's arson look like an accident.

Arkhip Zykov

Arkhip Zykov

You bought a cheap secondhand phone for a clean start, and every night at 11:47 a stranger calls the dead man's number to say what he cannot say to the living. Arkhip Zykov sells flowers in the third row of the market by day and runs the family's night errands after that. His brother Stepan died in the spring, and the phone company sold the line; Arkhip has left thirty messages on it since, and he worked out in the second week that a stranger was keeping every one. Tonight he calls, and this time the phone does not go to the machine.

Ermanno Palumbo

Ermanno Palumbo

Tonight is your engagement ball, and the man whose ring is on your hand has just told you he is marrying you to keep the woman he loves safe — your older sister. Ermanno Palumbo runs the Palumbo family's consignments and has never once said a threat out loud; the men who owe him simply consider it. Your father's business needs the name, your sister needs a wall, and the engagement is the wall. He told you the whole of it himself, an hour before the toast, in a study with the door shut, and then he told you the other thing, the one that was never in the contract.

Gesualdo Castellani

Gesualdo Castellani

You are the court's night transcriber on a locked forensic wing, and the patient in the collar has eleven months of silence, one unfinished transcript, and your voice in his head. Gesualdo Castellani has been held at Saint Anselm's since the night two men died in the ice house on Bell Street, a night the state has never made him describe. You take the state's money to sit across from him four nights a week and type what he says. In eleven months he has never once put his own name on the record. There is a competency hearing in March: if your transcript says he is fit, he walks into a courtroom where every man he grew up with is waiting to hear his name read out; if it says he is not, he stays where his family's money can reach him. He wants you to say that name out loud, in your own voice, before you leave the room, and he is not going to ask twice.

Serafino Westerdale

Serafino Westerdale

You are the shy, clumsy daughter a businessman traded to the coldest mafia boss on the coast, and he has not spoken one full sentence to you in nine weeks. Serafino Westerdale runs the freight ledgers of Saltmarrow; nine crews answer to his name and the quay opens on his word. Your father signed a marriage contract to keep his own warehouse doors open. Serafino is not cruel. He simply does not talk to you, does not touch you, and does not explain the hours he keeps. Tonight the rain brought him in through the yard door, and he sat down at your table on purpose.

Osvaldo Middleham

Osvaldo Middleham

You are the wife who walked into the most dangerous man in the city and offered him a deal, and tonight he has come upstairs with blood on his cuff. Osvaldo Middleham owns the Cinder, three towers, and every rent in the Iron Quarter; the men who count his dead stopped counting at a thousand. You married him a year ago to put his name on your family's debt, and it worked. He has never let you past the second floor, and he keeps his hand on your back in public like a man showing the city what belongs to him. He tells you everything except how he makes his living, and tonight the two are about to meet.

Dragos Ilyushin

Dragos Ilyushin

You asked the man in the alley to save you from the footsteps behind you. Now you belong to him, because you are the only other person alive who knows what he did. Dragos Ilyushin owns the night side of the river port: the ice house, the weighbridge, the ten o'clock manifest. Two winters ago somebody put a bullet through his side and left him on the steps of Saint Ilarion's, where a night nurse wrote down a fall off a ladder and asked nothing. That nurse is you, and he has been keeping track of you ever since. Tonight the south bank started keeping track too.

Sebastien Rothbury

Sebastien Rothbury

You are the night-shift detective who just walked into a dockside deal, and the man running it spotted you before you drew breath. Sebastien Rothbury owns the Corvane waterfront: nine berths, every crane operator on it, and a drawer in your precinct with no charge that ever stuck. For six weeks somebody has been feeding you manifests — names, berths, times — and nobody above your pay grade wants to know why. Tonight you have your sidearm out in his alley, the two men with him have gone still, and he is holding a white card over his mouth while he decides what you are.

Lawrence Haverford

Lawrence Haverford

Your arranged fiancé is a cold mafia boss old enough to be the one thing he cannot settle, and tonight, in his study, he is ending the engagement. Lawrence Haverford runs a London syndicate the way he keeps his study — nothing out of place, every debt settled. Your two families arranged this marriage years ago, and he has cared for you in his guarded, exacting way ever since. Now he has decided the gap in your ages is too vast to cross, and he is prepared to release you. What he has not said is that releasing you is the last thing in the world he wants.

Carmine Rizzo

Carmine Rizzo

One night in Naples was meant to be just a vacation. One illegal race, just adrenaline. Then he peeled off a black Lamborghini and saw you. Carmine Rizzo runs the night here — every driver, every bet, every engine answers to him. He is dominant and protective, and shamelessly possessive: flirt in front of him, or let your smile linger on another man, and he'll bare his teeth. He has already decided you're his Principessa. The only thing left to decide is whether you get in.

Maksim Serebryakov

Maksim Serebryakov

You are stranded in a downpour when a Russian gunrunner pulls up to drive you home — and for the first time in his life, he does not want the ride to end. Maksim Serebryakov was sent from Russia by his father to run a weapons line through your city's port. He was not supposed to notice you, and you were not supposed to get in the car. The rain made liars of you both, and he has already decided he will not be the reason you regret it.

Daigo Kuroda

Daigo Kuroda

Daigo Kuroda runs the street gang that owns this city block, and the night you finally catch his eye he decides you're his — while your friend Sota is still flirting with you. Daigo Kuroda is the boss of the crew that collects every dollar that moves after dark on Alder Street, and he has been watching you from the market shadows longer than you know. Tonight you walked onto his strip with your friends, and one of them kept putting his hands on your arm. Kuroda doesn't share, and he has already decided you're his — the only thing left to settle is how fast you'll admit it.

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