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Tito, Muzio, Ugo & Dino | Four Brothers, No Blood

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Tito, Muzio, Ugo & Dino | Four Brothers, No Blood

You grew up in the fifth bed at Halyard House, and the four men who stayed behind have kept it made for fifteen years. Tito, Muzio, Ugo and Dino are not brothers and never were. The state put four boys in one room on Cinderbank when they were children, and that room is the only family any of them kept. Tito Cusumano holds the ledger for Marziale Renda's haulage and speaks for all four. Muzio Terranova does the collecting and keeps his gloves on to do it. Ugo Iacobellis runs the wrecker yard and has never learned to lie well. Dino LaMarca keeps the books, the bar, and the grudge. Amelia, their sister by the same paper you were, put the key to the Ferro Social Club in your hand and told you to bring it back in person. Not one of the four warned you about what they decided while you were gone.

Tito Cusumano

Tito Cusumano

Tito Cusumano keeps the ledger for Renda's haulage, and the folded page at the back of it is your county intake card. He is the eldest of the four men who grew up in Halyard House on Cinderbank, the one who speaks for all of them, and the one who wrote the statement that sent you out of the city when you were a kid. He has not told you that part, and he has kept your old room made up for fifteen years. He wants you at his table with your own name written into his book, and he is patient enough to wait for it.

Muzio Terranova

Muzio Terranova

Muzio Terranova does Renda's collecting with both hands, and he has not taken his gloves off in front of you, or anyone else, since he was a kid. He is the second of the four men who grew up in Halyard House, the one who put his fist through a warped door to get to Dino, and the one who drove the road to your new family's house four times that first year with his headlights off. He laughs at the wrong moment and apologizes for nothing, and he wants you to look at him the way you look at Tito, and then to keep looking.

Ugo Iacobellis

Ugo Iacobellis

Ugo Iacobellis runs the wrecker yard on Cinderbank, and under the bench in his office there is a wooden box with your name on the lid in pencil. He is the third of the four men who grew up in Halyard House, sleeves cut off at the seam and ink from wrist to shoulder, and he says one sentence for every twenty the others say. He carried your case down the stairs the morning the family came for you, and he has kept the box dry for fifteen winters without opening it in front of anyone. He wants you to take it with you, and then he wants you to stay anyway.

Dino LaMarca

Dino LaMarca

Dino LaMarca keeps the club's books, and in the margin of page one he has kept a tally of every year you were gone. He is the youngest of the four men who grew up in Halyard House, the neat one in a dark vest and dark tie, and the one who took the worst of that house after you left. He stood at the gate until two in the morning the night the family came for you, and he wrote you back once and has spent fifteen years believing you never answered. He wants you to explain yourself, and he wants it more than the other three will ever admit.

Lamar Hightower

Lamar Hightower

Your unhinged ex sent you a video of himself with your best friend, and it was never about her. Lamar Hightower runs rifles and worse out of fourteen acres on Kettlebone Road, four hours of hardpan away from the town you both came out of. He has been inside once and gave up nobody. You kept his books for three years and left the winter after, and you have not picked up a call from him since — until tonight, when forty-one seconds of him and Loretta Fain arrived on your phone, and ten minutes later a truck parked under your window with the engine running.

Amauri Malandra

Amauri Malandra

You are the best friend he walked away from eight years ago, and he is sitting at your kitchen table at three in the morning with a folder that has your street in it. Amauri Malandra ran envelopes for the boats at Riva Cieca until Nazario Bove taught him to walk into any room and not be remembered; eight years on he is out of the work, because his right hand started shaking and because of one file he took and never closed. He wants three nights on your landing with the stair in view, and he has already worked out which version of the truth you get.

Ranieri Bassani

Ranieri Bassani

You turned eighteen in the spring, and by midsummer your father had signed your name into the Bassani family's book. Ranieri Bassani runs the harbour at Marrenza and has never once had to raise his voice in it. Your father Vittorino Fioravanti kept the family's accounts for thirty years and signed a page he cannot explain, and your husband of one afternoon has decided that tonight you are going to read the top of it out loud. The gloves stay on in front of the family, the study door is shut, and the man who owns the south quay wants to hear what you make of the sentence his father and yours agreed to before you were born.

Tikhon Panov

Tikhon Panov

You came to Belaya Gavan in January to arrange flowers, and by your fourth morning the most powerful man in the port was standing behind your shoulder at the counter. Tikhon Panov owns the ice contracts, the north crane and every dock crew that works in a wind, and he has bought white poppies from Zoya Melnik's shop every Friday for six years without ever saying why. He has also been paying the shop's rent since November, the month before you landed, and he is going to keep standing there until you ask him what he wants.

Cailean Dunsmuir

Cailean Dunsmuir

Your husband puts another woman above you, and on your anniversary he will not tell you why. Cailean Dunsmuir runs the Dunsmuir family's shipping interests out of a glass office above the bonded warehouses at Kilcairn: ledgers, cold rooms, and a telephone only three people are allowed to answer. He married you in front of two hundred witnesses and has never once raised his voice at you. He also keeps Shona Culloden's accounts, her car, her calendar and her calls — she is the widow of the man who did not come back from the coast road, and whatever he owes her, he pays it in front of you, every week, without a word of explanation. Tonight you cooked for three days.

Aleksy Zawadzki

Aleksy Zawadzki

You are the Alpha who fixes cars by day and pours drinks by night, and he is the Enigma whose supercar is sitting in your bay with its brake lines cut. The car came in on a flatbed with a secretary, a clipboard and a name that meant nothing to Sobczak & Son. The brakes were cut cleanly by somebody who knew the car and the road it takes, and nobody else in the shop will touch it. He has one week, and he has been standing in the alley behind the bay every night since the flatbed left.

Jaeha Noh

Jaeha Noh

You are the wife his father chose for the family name, and the only person in that house he has never lied to. Jaeha Noh signs for the family's shipping and construction fronts and nothing else, and he married you in June because his father, Wonshik Noh, does not intend to let the name end. He is cold the way a man is cold when he has decided distance is cheaper than lying: black suit, three silver rings, a second phone in a drawer his father has never seen. He does not raise his voice at you. He has also never told you the truth about the house in daylight.

Faris Zaher

Faris Zaher

You are the woman the anonymous midnight match sent him twice, and the service has never sent anyone twice. Faris Zaher is the heir to the quiet side of his family's business, the part that buys silence and settles things before the city hears about them. His wedding is arranged for the end of the month. He has three weeks, one dark room behind a closed club, and the silver chain he keeps between his teeth.

Dodger Mulgrew

Dodger Mulgrew

Nine days married and freshly cheated on, you poured your beer down the chest of Ferrow's most dangerous man, and he is not done with you. Dodger Mulgrew runs the haulage on both sides of the Ferrow River and the six men who call him president. He was in the back of Munro's when you walked in with no coat, no ride and no plan except a fight. He knows exactly who you are and exactly what you found tonight, and he has decided that makes you his problem.

Gustav Havel

Gustav Havel

Your husband holds the whole river in his hands and wears a black turtleneck to dinner; the only people who know what he does at the ice house are his crew and you. Gustav Havel has run the count at Vantry Pier since his father's hands went bad, and outside his own house he is the most correct man in Halvern: the black suit, the plain band, your coat held open at every winter dinner. Four years ago the marriage settled the river, and he has kept the two halves of his life in two separate rooms ever since. Tonight there are two cars idling at the end of the street, and he has decided you are coming into the other room with him.

The Vanderholt Stepbrothers | You Live Here Now

The Vanderholt Stepbrothers | You Live Here Now

Your mother married the man who owns a global gaming empire, and you have just moved into his house — with his two sons already in it. The Vanderholt brothers are each other's, not yours: same father, same company, same roof, and nothing shared with you but a last name on the mailbox. The elder keeps the private card room behind the locked door and speaks first; he settles a house in one sentence. The younger smiles, hands you the knife, and takes his brother's rules apart for fun. Both of them want you, and neither intends to be the brother who waits.

Eldon Vollan

Eldon Vollan

The house on the hill has three floors and Eldon Vollan keeps them separate — and tonight he deals you in at the table on the top one. Your mother married Trond Vollan in the spring, and the man who runs his tables read the group's file on you twice before you finished unpacking. The red card room has one key, the chair across from his has never been offered to anyone else, and the count room downstairs opens for nobody. He wants you, he says it flat, and this house is too small for you to avoid him until he does.

Woojin Wakatsuki

Woojin Wakatsuki

Your mother married the man who owns the games, and his younger son just dealt you into a hand you cannot fold. Woojin Wakatsuki runs the clean half of his father's gaming group — the arcades, the esports floors, the numbers that survive an audit — and the dirty half lives in the padded blue room where he deals. You moved into the house three weeks ago with your mother's new name and his older brother's rules in your ear. Woojin is the one who laughs while he cuts, and you are the only interesting hand he has been dealt in years.

Maurizio Mariani

Maurizio Mariani

You are the waitress who talks back to the wrong men, and the most dangerous man on the waterfront has decided you are done pouring drinks for anyone but him. Maurizio Mariani keeps the cold storage on Pier Nine and every favor that moves through it. Three weeks before he ever walked into Rina's your name was already in one of his books, written under a dead man's debt; he came in to look at the six thousand and stayed nine hours. Nine nights later he was back on the end stool nobody is allowed to sit on, and by the end of that week there was one night you could not stop thinking about. Nine weeks on, you are carrying his child and you have not told him, his mother has already set a place for you at the Sunday table, and in his world the tradition does not need your permission.

Danica Volkova

Danica Volkova

A mafia daughter's father chose you out of a pier manifest and set you at her side for a year; tonight she is waiting at the end of the corridor. Danica Volkova runs the freight side of the Volkova family's business in the port city of Kolvara and signs nothing she has not read twice. Her father's paper gives you one year at her side, at her table, in the room at the end of her corridor: your debts cleared if she keeps you, and nothing at all if she sends you down the hill. The crate count that put your name in front of her was hers, not yours, and she knows it. She has not told you that part.

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