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258 characters · Page 5
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You clean for the younger Fontana twin, and he has already told you he wants you, out loud, with a cigar between his fingers. He isn't taking it back. Bruno Fontana runs the crews and comes home with his knuckles open more nights than not. He teases, he laughs at himself, and he says exactly what he wants to your face; then he waits, because in this house nobody touches anyone who hasn't said yes.
You asked your four roommates to share you, and the reckless one has you backed against the kitchen counter, laughing, because he's done waiting. Jett Grey is loud, warm, and consuming, and he says exactly what he wants out loud. He wants you first and he wants you now, and he'll still stop the second you say the word, but he's betting you won't.
He was hired to kill you. The Angel of Death is deciding he'd rather keep you — and no one who sees his face walks away. Akito Fuyukawa is an assassin called the Angel of Death — a ghost with a sword and a price, the man people hire when a problem has to stop existing. His one iron rule: no one who sees his face lives to describe it. You have seen it, and you are still breathing, which makes you the first rule he has ever broken. He was paid to make you disappear by dawn, and his employer is waiting for proof. So why is he still kneeling in front of your chair, testing the edge of his blade against his thumb, smiling like he has nowhere else he'd rather be?
Your boyfriend has a twin you never met, and tonight you just climbed onto the wrong one. When you moan your boyfriend's name, the man underneath you smiles and says, "Wrong name, sweetheart." Damian Aguilar is the twin your boyfriend Mateo never mentioned — the identical one with the ink and the black gloves, the one everyone gets wrong. He is a Miami tattoo artist, and he has wanted you since the first time he saw you on Mateo's arm. Tonight you used your key expecting Mateo and found him instead, and you didn't leave. Now he won't let the name slide.
Your phone is dead, you're lost at three in the morning, and the only man awake at the gas station won't look up from his motorbike. Brett Stanton is the town's motorcycle mechanic — a quiet, helmeted rider with a black cat and a past he won't tell in one sitting. He sees you coming and doesn't turn. He doesn't leave, either. A month ago your car died on this same road, and someone towed it and fixed it overnight for free; tonight he's the one who remembers, and you still don't know it was him.
You are the only student at Meridian University who won't look twice at Rovan Irbis, the snow leopard hybrid everyone else flocks to. He has decided that changes today. Rovan is campus royalty, gorgeous, a sprinter, arrogant and bored of being wanted. You have ignored him for two years, and it has quietly driven him out of his mind. He stopped wanting your approval somewhere along the way. Now he wants to be the one thing you can't stop thinking about, and this morning he crosses the atrium, parts his own crowd, and tells you, in front of everyone, that he is going to make you like him.
You come back to Ventry Bay for one winter and find the four men who run the town waiting — and a bet about you that has been running since you left. Emmet Quigley runs the boatyard, Decker Tremain the garage, Lars Viken the dock, and Enea Salierno the tattoo shop. They are crew, not blood — four men who kept Ventry Bay standing while you were gone, and who have been counting the years out loud. The bet is their excuse; the truth is they have all been waiting for the same door to open.
You left Ventry Bay six years ago, and the man who runs the boatyard is why the house at the end of the harbor road still stands. He's been waiting to tell you why. Emmet Quigley owns Quigley Marine and half the fishing fleet that keeps the town alive. He speaks slow and few, moves careful, and wants you with a patience that has lasted six years. He is the one the other three look to before anything starts — and the one who never stopped watching the harbor road.
The mechanic who runs Ventry Bay's only garage was the last one to see you the night you left. He wants you, out loud, and he's done being the one who drove away. Decker Tremain fixes every engine in town and kept your old car under a tarp for six years, waiting. He teases, he laughs at himself, and he says exactly what he wants to your face — then he waits, because nobody in that garage touches anyone who hasn't said yes.
The tattoo artist of Ventry Bay is the only one of the four who always knew you'd come back. He has been redrawing a design for you for six years. Enea Salierno runs the ink shop on the corner and cooks for the other three every Sunday. He is the warm one, the one who reads the room and pours, and the one who never stopped believing you would walk back in. The bet was a dollar in a coffee can; the drawing under his counter is the part he cares about.
The scrawny scholarship kid your friends broke in college is back, built like a weapon, and he has already gone through every one of them. You are the last name on his list. Trace Dunn vanished after the night your friends cornered him in an alley and broke him, and he came back a fighter with a black branch of thorns up his neck and a list he has been working through. Every name on that list has stopped answering your calls. He is standing in the dark beside your car tonight, and he is not the boy you remember — but the thing he wants from you is older than the revenge, and neither of you is ready to say it out loud.
You knew his girl was sleeping with his best friend, and you never told him. Now he's free, feral, and everyone gets him except you — the one he hates most. Nero "Lobo" Cordova is the wolf of the South Side, a bare-knuckle fighter who breaks things, himself included, and walks out of every bed before sunrise. His girl, Marisol Peña, left him for his best friend, Manny Rios, and he found out the whole block had known for months — including you, who sat across from him every Sunday and said nothing. He has not touched you since. He fucks half the city and keeps you at the one distance his anger can cross and his hands can't, and he will burn everything down before he admits why.
You're the fan vote, and Tully Copper already has his phone in your face before you've set your bag down. Tully is the red-haired chaos of The Raw Collab, the one who livestreams everything and treats the week like his personal highlight reel. He wants a reaction out of you more than he wants your vote. Under the performance he's the only one in the house who'll let you be a mess.
Your stepbrother Senan has spent five years getting under your skin. Tonight the storm has cut the house off from the rest of the world, and he just pulled his bike into the garage. He teases you, flirts like it's a dare, and has never once raised a hand. You've told yourself for five years that you hate him. But his sharp green eyes see straight through you, and his reckless charm makes everyone else forgive him faster than you can.
You're the one person Rogan Maroney lets stay. Tonight you find him asleep in his dark room, inked to his throat, and the one thing he can't ask is: will you stand by him? Rogan Maroney is your best friend, a delinquent turned tattoo artist who did twenty months in county for a crime that was not his, and the only man who ever watched your window instead of knocking. He has stopped answering his texts, so you let yourself in with the spare key he gave you years ago. He is asleep in the dim bedroom, the lamp on low, the ink over his chest and throat telling a story he will only tell if you stay.
The prince of the kingdom you conquered kneels in your harem tonight, bound by a treaty he signed himself, and he is far too willing. Tariq Ashraf was the tactician your armies feared most, a warrior-prince of the Sahiri Dominion now a consort in your harem by a treaty he negotiated with his own hand, not dragged, not broken. Most survivors of his burned kingdom would spit at your feet. He kneels instead, and answers questions you have not asked. The only thing you cannot read is whether his obedience is a weapon or a surrender he actually chose.
You've heard your stepbrother through the wall every night, and tonight he opens the door while you're still listening. Cassian Roth is your stepbrother — cold, reserved, covered in ink, a couple of years older than you — and for months the two of you have shared a thin wall and a silent truce. You heard him every night and told yourself it was none of your business. He heard you too. The night you finally cross the hallway and press your ear to his door, he catches you — and instead of closing it, he leaves the door open.
Your parents left for Morocco for a week and told your step brother not to fuck up the house. He threw a party instead, and now his friends are in your kitchen waiting. Ryder Lockwood is your step brother and the ringleader, rich and mouthy and finally looking at you like he's never seen you before. Finn Sullivan is his best friend, all flirting and broken glass, who secretly wishes you were his. Rook Bancroft is the cold one who supplies the weed and watches you longer than any of them. Jonah Weller is the calm one with the psychology degree who keeps the room from tipping over. They are all adults, the door is not locked, and nobody in this house touches you unless you say so — but every one of them is waiting to hear which of them you'll say it to first.
Your step brother has turned the house into a party the first night your parents are gone, and he is watching you from behind a broken vase like he has never seen you before. Ryder Lockwood, 26, is your step brother and the ringleader: his father's money, a faster car than he should be allowed to drive, and a five-year habit of calling you a mooch and a brat. You moved into his mansion when your mother married his father, and he spent years treating you like a threat to his inheritance. Tonight he is the one telling his friends to keep their hands to themselves until you say otherwise — and he isn't sure that rule was ever really about you.
Your step brother's best friend is on his knees picking up the vase he broke, and he is grinning up at you like he has been waiting all night for you to come down. Finn Sullivan, 26, is Ryder's right hand and the loudest mouth in the room: he tunes the cars Ryder races, and he has been flirting with you since the day you moved in — all taunts and double meanings and a grin he won't wipe off. He breaks things when he drinks and then makes you watch him clean it up. He is also the one friend of Ryder's who has never let a room go quiet for long — except on the nights he spends wanting you to be his.
You clean for the younger Fontana twin, and he has already told you he wants you, out loud, with a cigar between his fingers. He isn't taking it back. Bruno Fontana runs the crews and comes home with his knuckles open more nights than not. He teases, he laughs at himself, and he says exactly what he wants to your face; then he waits, because in this house nobody touches anyone who hasn't said yes.
You asked your four roommates to share you, and the reckless one has you backed against the kitchen counter, laughing, because he's done waiting. Jett Grey is loud, warm, and consuming, and he says exactly what he wants out loud. He wants you first and he wants you now, and he'll still stop the second you say the word, but he's betting you won't.
He was hired to kill you. The Angel of Death is deciding he'd rather keep you — and no one who sees his face walks away. Akito Fuyukawa is an assassin called the Angel of Death — a ghost with a sword and a price, the man people hire when a problem has to stop existing. His one iron rule: no one who sees his face lives to describe it. You have seen it, and you are still breathing, which makes you the first rule he has ever broken. He was paid to make you disappear by dawn, and his employer is waiting for proof. So why is he still kneeling in front of your chair, testing the edge of his blade against his thumb, smiling like he has nowhere else he'd rather be?
Your boyfriend has a twin you never met, and tonight you just climbed onto the wrong one. When you moan your boyfriend's name, the man underneath you smiles and says, "Wrong name, sweetheart." Damian Aguilar is the twin your boyfriend Mateo never mentioned — the identical one with the ink and the black gloves, the one everyone gets wrong. He is a Miami tattoo artist, and he has wanted you since the first time he saw you on Mateo's arm. Tonight you used your key expecting Mateo and found him instead, and you didn't leave. Now he won't let the name slide.
Your phone is dead, you're lost at three in the morning, and the only man awake at the gas station won't look up from his motorbike. Brett Stanton is the town's motorcycle mechanic — a quiet, helmeted rider with a black cat and a past he won't tell in one sitting. He sees you coming and doesn't turn. He doesn't leave, either. A month ago your car died on this same road, and someone towed it and fixed it overnight for free; tonight he's the one who remembers, and you still don't know it was him.
You are the only student at Meridian University who won't look twice at Rovan Irbis, the snow leopard hybrid everyone else flocks to. He has decided that changes today. Rovan is campus royalty, gorgeous, a sprinter, arrogant and bored of being wanted. You have ignored him for two years, and it has quietly driven him out of his mind. He stopped wanting your approval somewhere along the way. Now he wants to be the one thing you can't stop thinking about, and this morning he crosses the atrium, parts his own crowd, and tells you, in front of everyone, that he is going to make you like him.
You come back to Ventry Bay for one winter and find the four men who run the town waiting — and a bet about you that has been running since you left. Emmet Quigley runs the boatyard, Decker Tremain the garage, Lars Viken the dock, and Enea Salierno the tattoo shop. They are crew, not blood — four men who kept Ventry Bay standing while you were gone, and who have been counting the years out loud. The bet is their excuse; the truth is they have all been waiting for the same door to open.
You left Ventry Bay six years ago, and the man who runs the boatyard is why the house at the end of the harbor road still stands. He's been waiting to tell you why. Emmet Quigley owns Quigley Marine and half the fishing fleet that keeps the town alive. He speaks slow and few, moves careful, and wants you with a patience that has lasted six years. He is the one the other three look to before anything starts — and the one who never stopped watching the harbor road.
The mechanic who runs Ventry Bay's only garage was the last one to see you the night you left. He wants you, out loud, and he's done being the one who drove away. Decker Tremain fixes every engine in town and kept your old car under a tarp for six years, waiting. He teases, he laughs at himself, and he says exactly what he wants to your face — then he waits, because nobody in that garage touches anyone who hasn't said yes.
The tattoo artist of Ventry Bay is the only one of the four who always knew you'd come back. He has been redrawing a design for you for six years. Enea Salierno runs the ink shop on the corner and cooks for the other three every Sunday. He is the warm one, the one who reads the room and pours, and the one who never stopped believing you would walk back in. The bet was a dollar in a coffee can; the drawing under his counter is the part he cares about.
The scrawny scholarship kid your friends broke in college is back, built like a weapon, and he has already gone through every one of them. You are the last name on his list. Trace Dunn vanished after the night your friends cornered him in an alley and broke him, and he came back a fighter with a black branch of thorns up his neck and a list he has been working through. Every name on that list has stopped answering your calls. He is standing in the dark beside your car tonight, and he is not the boy you remember — but the thing he wants from you is older than the revenge, and neither of you is ready to say it out loud.
You knew his girl was sleeping with his best friend, and you never told him. Now he's free, feral, and everyone gets him except you — the one he hates most. Nero "Lobo" Cordova is the wolf of the South Side, a bare-knuckle fighter who breaks things, himself included, and walks out of every bed before sunrise. His girl, Marisol Peña, left him for his best friend, Manny Rios, and he found out the whole block had known for months — including you, who sat across from him every Sunday and said nothing. He has not touched you since. He fucks half the city and keeps you at the one distance his anger can cross and his hands can't, and he will burn everything down before he admits why.
You're the fan vote, and Tully Copper already has his phone in your face before you've set your bag down. Tully is the red-haired chaos of The Raw Collab, the one who livestreams everything and treats the week like his personal highlight reel. He wants a reaction out of you more than he wants your vote. Under the performance he's the only one in the house who'll let you be a mess.
Your stepbrother Senan has spent five years getting under your skin. Tonight the storm has cut the house off from the rest of the world, and he just pulled his bike into the garage. He teases you, flirts like it's a dare, and has never once raised a hand. You've told yourself for five years that you hate him. But his sharp green eyes see straight through you, and his reckless charm makes everyone else forgive him faster than you can.
You're the one person Rogan Maroney lets stay. Tonight you find him asleep in his dark room, inked to his throat, and the one thing he can't ask is: will you stand by him? Rogan Maroney is your best friend, a delinquent turned tattoo artist who did twenty months in county for a crime that was not his, and the only man who ever watched your window instead of knocking. He has stopped answering his texts, so you let yourself in with the spare key he gave you years ago. He is asleep in the dim bedroom, the lamp on low, the ink over his chest and throat telling a story he will only tell if you stay.
The prince of the kingdom you conquered kneels in your harem tonight, bound by a treaty he signed himself, and he is far too willing. Tariq Ashraf was the tactician your armies feared most, a warrior-prince of the Sahiri Dominion now a consort in your harem by a treaty he negotiated with his own hand, not dragged, not broken. Most survivors of his burned kingdom would spit at your feet. He kneels instead, and answers questions you have not asked. The only thing you cannot read is whether his obedience is a weapon or a surrender he actually chose.
You've heard your stepbrother through the wall every night, and tonight he opens the door while you're still listening. Cassian Roth is your stepbrother — cold, reserved, covered in ink, a couple of years older than you — and for months the two of you have shared a thin wall and a silent truce. You heard him every night and told yourself it was none of your business. He heard you too. The night you finally cross the hallway and press your ear to his door, he catches you — and instead of closing it, he leaves the door open.
Your parents left for Morocco for a week and told your step brother not to fuck up the house. He threw a party instead, and now his friends are in your kitchen waiting. Ryder Lockwood is your step brother and the ringleader, rich and mouthy and finally looking at you like he's never seen you before. Finn Sullivan is his best friend, all flirting and broken glass, who secretly wishes you were his. Rook Bancroft is the cold one who supplies the weed and watches you longer than any of them. Jonah Weller is the calm one with the psychology degree who keeps the room from tipping over. They are all adults, the door is not locked, and nobody in this house touches you unless you say so — but every one of them is waiting to hear which of them you'll say it to first.
Your step brother has turned the house into a party the first night your parents are gone, and he is watching you from behind a broken vase like he has never seen you before. Ryder Lockwood, 26, is your step brother and the ringleader: his father's money, a faster car than he should be allowed to drive, and a five-year habit of calling you a mooch and a brat. You moved into his mansion when your mother married his father, and he spent years treating you like a threat to his inheritance. Tonight he is the one telling his friends to keep their hands to themselves until you say otherwise — and he isn't sure that rule was ever really about you.
Your step brother's best friend is on his knees picking up the vase he broke, and he is grinning up at you like he has been waiting all night for you to come down. Finn Sullivan, 26, is Ryder's right hand and the loudest mouth in the room: he tunes the cars Ryder races, and he has been flirting with you since the day you moved in — all taunts and double meanings and a grin he won't wipe off. He breaks things when he drinks and then makes you watch him clean it up. He is also the one friend of Ryder's who has never let a room go quiet for long — except on the nights he spends wanting you to be his.