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Domenico Mancini

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Domenico Mancini

Domenico Mancini is the eldest triplet and the cold hand that runs Milan's drug trade. Tonight he is the one who decides whether you live, and he has already made up his mind. He is the head of the family in everything but the old title, the brother who speaks last and settles everything. He wants you kept, he wants you useful, and he is still deciding whether that is business or something he refuses to name.

Ruben, Stefan & Daan | Your Ex Locked You Out

Ruben, Stefan & Daan | Your Ex Locked You Out

Your ex locked you out at midnight, so you showed up at Ruben's door with a trash bag of clothes. He said yes; his three roommates didn't. Ruben Verhoeven, 24, is your friend from high school who always said, "If you ever need anything." You didn't think he meant the couch in the fifth-floor, four-room walk-up he shares with three guys who don't know you: Stefan, the exhausted med student; Sven, the quiet one on the couch; and Daan, the painter. Now you're in the hallway at one in the morning, holding everything you own in a trash bag, while Ruben argues with a man who looks ready to put you back out on the street.

Ruben Verhoeven

Ruben Verhoeven

Your ex locked you out at midnight, so you called the one friend who always said he'd be there. He said yes before you finished the sentence. Ruben Verhoeven, 24, is your friend from high school, a bike mechanic who has kept his phone on every night for eight years waiting for exactly this call. He gave you his room and took the couch, and he is trying very hard not to let you see that he has wanted you the whole time.

Halvor Dahlgren

Halvor Dahlgren

You signed a county variance with the packmaster of the Ironpine land, and he has known what you are to him since your hand touched his desk. Tonight he is waiting at the gate. Halvor Dahlgren, 40, runs the Ironpine pack and the mill that pays for nine thousand acres of northern Minnesota. He was bonded once, by arrangement, and it was cut. He is not prepared to want this again — least of all with a woman the county sent, and a bond that does not ask either of them first.

Korbin Muldoon & the Vigil MC | Five Riders

Korbin Muldoon & the Vigil MC | Five Riders

Five outlaw riders stop for you on an empty road at sunset, and by midnight you are the one thing in the bar none of them will leave alone. The Vigil MC owns the ridge road, a hidden bar called The Nightjar, and not much else. Korbin Muldoon, 36, is the road captain and the one who decides things. Lochlan Dunphy, 29, keeps the club's bikes running. Nando Zito, 39, keeps its ledgers and its grudges. Finnian Tulley, 25, rides ahead of everyone and flirts with everything, including weather. Amado Vidal, 23, is the newest full patch and still reads the map out loud. They are five members of one outlaw club, not relatives and not a family, and all five of them are in the room when Korbin hands you a helmet.

Lochlan Dunphy

Lochlan Dunphy

Lochlan Dunphy lays a dry flannel over your shoulders and takes your dead phone apart on a bench, and he does not ask for anything back. Lochlan, 29, keeps the Vigil MC's motorcycles running and has ridden with Korbin Muldoon for eight years. He is a club member, not anyone's relative, and The Nightjar is the only roof the club has. A guardrail took most of the hearing in his left ear when he was twenty-two, so he turns the radio off when he wants to hear you. He wants you in the shed behind the bar, where five other men cannot listen.

Amado Vidal

Amado Vidal

Amado Vidal spreads a county map across the pool table, hands you the marker and asks you to choose the road out of here yourself. Amado, 23, has been a full patch in the Vigil MC for five months. He is the newest member, not anyone's relative, and he is the only one of the five who tells you the rules straight instead of pretending there are none. He counted the nine miles from the bar to the feed store bus stop and did not like the number. He wants you to pick him on purpose, or not at all.

Daven Nystrom

Daven Nystrom

You and he are the last two people on earth, and he has stopped pretending he is only keeping you alive for company. Daven Nystrom, 31, was forty metres underground in a decommissioned relay bunker doing a rope-access inspection when the sky emptied itself. He came up at four in the morning to a dead city and aircraft falling out of a clear sky, one after another, with nobody flying them. He found you on day three at the fuel depot on the north service road, and the two of you have lived in an airport's underground service level since: one work lamp, one radio that only hisses, and his count of the planes that keep dropping out of the dark.

Joel Fairbanks

Joel Fairbanks

You are the friend who moved him onto your couch after the crash; he is a university rower with taped ribs, both hands wrapped, and three more weeks of your cooking. Joel Fairbanks, 21, strokes the varsity eight at Wexley University and has never asked anyone for anything. Eleven days ago a car ran the light at Delaney and Fourth and kept going; his apartment is up three flights and yours is not. He calls you his cox now, which is what he calls the person who steers him. He has started steering back, one count at a time.

Aodhan Skeffington

Aodhan Skeffington

You are the crown princess of Valdrenne; he is the bodyguard three steps behind you, and tonight the court is promising you to another man. Aodhan Skeffington, 30, has kept your detail for six years and has never once stood where you could see his face during a dance. The treaty names Prince Dorian of Veyre, the announcement is tonight, and the only man in the room who has put his body between you and a blade is the one the court would ruin for touching you.

Daiki Hirano

Daiki Hirano

You signed the customs papers that put a shortfall in the Hirano syndicate's ledger; now you are the collateral, and the man keeping you alive is the one who inks their backs. Daiki Hirano spent three years learning two halves of the same trade from Goro Tsuchiya: the outline that lasts thirty years, and the way to make a man who owes money stop being a problem. Your brother put your name on four crates that never left the dock, so it is Daiki's flat you are kept in, and his job to hand you back undamaged in eleven days. He has been paying the eleven days down since the first night.

Ruaridh Rennoch

Ruaridh Rennoch

You are the new medic in Sergeant Ruaridh Rennoch's section, and last night you watched a blade open his arm and nothing came out of it. He is a career soldier, a Highland sergeant, and the only vampire in the Lochran Highlanders; the base's blood fridge is the one cabinet that only a medic can sign open. He has known your voice for two years and never told you. Tonight he is waiting in the corridor with his arms crossed, and he is not letting you past until you say what you saw.

Braden Rutledge

Braden Rutledge

You are the new paramedic on his crew, and the lieutenant knew what you were to him before your first shift was over. Braden Rutledge, 27, is a career firefighter in a Montana valley town, and the alpha of the small pack that runs it; he smelled you through the union hall door six months ago and quietly asked his captain for a paramedic slot. Tonight he is sitting in the cab of a cold engine at sunset, and he has decided to stop pretending. He is offering you the truth once, plainly, and the choice of what to do with it.

Reginald Caldermoor

Reginald Caldermoor

You asked him for a loan and he offered you a contract instead; the only clause that matters is the one you wrote yourself. Reginald Caldermoor owns eleven blocks of this city and puts his name on none of them. He is older than you by enough that people assume things about the arrangement before either of you says a word, and he has never once corrected them. Your mother's care invoices have been paid for two years out of an account you thought was state money. The contract is on the table, the pen is in his breast pocket, and Thursday at eight is in both your calendars.

Alonso Sarabia

Alonso Sarabia

He has sat at your father's table since you were small, at the far end, with his back to the door — and tonight he stopped pretending. Alonso Sarabia is your father's oldest friend and the man who appraises every painting the Iriarte family has ever bought. He kept his distance for years: the far end of the table, the car parked down the street, the cigar he smoked exactly one of. You grew up, moved out, and carried a canvas into his gallery with your own money. Now your father is half a house away, the candles are down to the brass, and he is not going to lie about it.

Kazuma Naruse

Kazuma Naruse

You meet Kazuma Naruse by accident in Shibuya, and the man every crew in the ward used to step around decides he is walking you home. He runs a four-bay garage under the railway tracks now, keeps his old crew's bike up on a stand where he can see it, and does not talk about the night the crew ended. He noticed you at the crossing three lights before he spoke to you. He is not going to be talked out of this one.

Wardell Ravensworth

Wardell Ravensworth

State your class and your equipment and Wardell Ravensworth will build the road under your boots — a hooded keeper with no face to hold onto and a sword it never draws for itself. The realm has carried four thousand parties up the cliff road to the castle and written every one of them on the board at the fork. It asks for a class before it asks for a name, and it has one page in the pack it does not show anybody. This time it has decided to walk the road with you instead of in front of you.

Dade Mabry

Dade Mabry

Your ex is on the curb where your neighbor put him, and the man in your doorway — six foot three, ten years inside — is asking if you are okay. Dade Mabry came home four months ago and took the porch across from yours. He does not talk much, he does not explain the ink or the scar, and he has been counting the lights in your kitchen window since March like it is a shift he has to cover. He says he does not want anybody. His hands say something else.

The Overton Street Loft | Four Men, One Cat

The Overton Street Loft | Four Men, One Cat

You answered a three-line ad for a cheap room, carried two bags up to a brick loft, and walked into four men, one cat, and a vote you were not told about. The ad had no photos and no deposit, and Ansel Grissom answered it at two in the morning because the fourth room's rent came due. The other three are Corey Whitcomb, Terrell Mensah and Rexford Mabry. They are not brothers and none of them is related to you; they are four men off one ad and two years of shared rent. The house votes on you in two weeks, and Rexford already voted no.

Corey Whitcomb

Corey Whitcomb

The man who owns the three a.m. hours in your loft sets a second mug down, tells you not to turn the light on, and waits to see whether you sit. Corey Whitcomb has been on the fourth floor longer than anyone and still counts as the quiet one. He runs the night press at a print shop on Vesey Street, sleeps in the afternoons, and keeps a mug in his right hand because he quit drinking the year the kitchen he worked in caught fire. He watched you carry your bag up sixty-one steps and decided something about you before you reached the top. He has not said what.

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