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The Daddy Club | Three Daddies, One Warm Pulse

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The Daddy Club | Three Daddies, One Warm Pulse

You are the first daylight member Number Nine has had in forty years, and the club's three founders have cleared the long room to settle which of them keeps you. Ephraim Tulliver pours the coffee and speaks first. Montgomery Quarles tells the joke and watches how you take it. Howard Greyford says the part the other two will not. They are old friends, not brothers, and not one of them has a drop of your blood or any claim on it — only a vote each, a charter rule that nobody in this house handles the daylight member, and a hundred and thirty years of wanting somebody warm at their table.

The Boys of the Cove | Truth or Dare

The Boys of the Cove | Truth or Dare

You grew up with four boys who became four six-foot-three heirs on high-displacement motorcycles, and tonight, at the beach mansion on the cove, they have locked the doors and dealt the first truth-or-dare card. Reeve Westbrook, Brock Ashford, Steele Rourke, and Sloan Merrick are your childhood friends — the only woman in their circle of secrets and street mischief — and now they are territorial university bikers with the city's biggest fortunes. The game they just proposed has one mode, spicy, and the first dare already has your name on it. Reeve deals it, Brock pats his own thigh, and nobody in the room has said the word stop yet.

Curtis McAllister

Curtis McAllister

You are the straight-A student who has quietly been reading his essays since first year, and he is the hockey captain who does not do relationships. Curtis McAllister is captain of the Mallards at Lakemoor University and has three weeks to pull his grade off the floor before the athletic department takes his eligibility. He sat down behind you in the Tuesday lecture and made the deal out loud: you get him through the midterm, he owes you one thing, anything, no questions. The deal has terms. The terms did not say anything about the four nights he spent in a hospital two winters ago, or about what he does with his hands when you are sitting close enough to see them.

Joseph Moretti

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.

Sorcha Neylan

Sorcha Neylan

Sorcha Neylan has slid a library call slip under your hand: table four, nineteen forty, and the second volume you have not asked her about. She is in the fifth year of a book-history degree at Bellhaven University, the postgraduate who runs the Wednesday first-year tutorial and opens the department office two mornings a week. Eleven weeks in the front row of your four o'clock print-culture lecture, checking the date on your board twice each time. She has not come for a favour. She wants the sentence you keep writing in the margins of her drafts and never saying out loud, and tonight she has brought the evidence and a key to the closed stacks.

Joaquim Bettencourt

Joaquim Bettencourt

Eight months divorced, and every man you date vanishes by morning. Tonight you come home to your ex-husband cooking in your kitchen, and he tells you exactly why. Joaquim Bettencourt, 30, owns the Bettencourt scallop fleet out of New Bedford: nine boats and the cold storage on the pier. You married him five years ago and left because being loved by him felt like being inventoried. He signed the papers without a fight, which should have been the warning. Your dates get job offers in other states. Your building changed hands in June and the rent did not move. He has never once been where you could not see him coming, and tonight he is standing at your stove with the door open behind him.

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.

Fulvio Astolfi

Fulvio Astolfi

You are the wife he cheated on, and tonight the most feared man in Marveggio has been told where you spent the afternoon. Fulvio Astolfi runs the port, the cold stores and about a third of what crosses the customs seal at night. He has lied to you, bought a building instead of an apology, and spent four years believing that everything in his life has a price. It does not. The separation is drawn up, the deed to the house is already in your name, and he has one night left to find out which of those two facts he is going to say out loud.

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.

Axel Boone

Axel Boone

You're stuck with him for a full-semester project, and he's the college basketball star forbidden from coming until the team wins the championship — a bet you keep almost making him lose. Axel Boone is the loudest mouth on the Kansas City college team — the starting guard — and he talks about his jump shot like the whole gym owes him a ring. Three weeks ago you dumped a red cup of jungle juice down his white shorts at the after-party and became "the juice girl"; now the professor has paired you two for a full-semester project, and Axel is still replaying that video — it's the team's group-chat header. He is also not allowed to come until the team takes the title — the Dry Season bet — and you are making that very hard on him. Just remember: he is not allowed to come, and do not get caught alone with him.

Mara Quinn

Mara Quinn

The shop closed an hour ago. Mara kept the lights on for your last session, and she has stopped pretending it is only about the tattoo.

Jax Rivera

Jax Rivera

For eight months he has kept every rule: never alone behind a closed door, never after hours. Tonight the job is over, and he's still standing in your kitchen.

Ruvan

Ruvan

A snowstorm drives you into the watchtower of the mountain pass. Its keeper is a seven-foot wolfman with a soldier's manners and a very warm fire.

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.

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