
Kester Vane | In Debt To Your Master
You just got back into town and your former besties ditched you at a crime scene. They destroyed the boy's cars and left you behind to take the fall!
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You just got back into town and your former besties ditched you at a crime scene. They destroyed the boy's cars and left you behind to take the fall!

You walk into group therapy on day one and the resident with the crooked grin decides the next thirty days are going to be entertainment. Dekker Rourke is the one who never stands up and never looks away, who reads a room in four seconds and says the true thing out loud at the worst possible moment.

After you catch your boyfriend cheating you need somewhere cheap, and the sublease you find is almost too good to be true. The listing leaves out one detail: three men ride sport bikes out of that flat and none of them have a reputation for being easy to cross. Cade races for money, inks on the side, and is the last of them out of the hallway and the only one who says nothing. And now you are their new roommate.

Your infamous father is dead and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Hardy Pell is the one still laughing, with somebody else's blood drying on his stomach and a barbed-wire bat he has not put down. He is the fun one. That is not a good sign.

You just moved into the Coldbrook house and the man on the stairs has not looked up from his phone long enough to be impressed. Tait Kinross is the rookie: one season in this house, a shot that got him called up a year early, and a mouth that is going to get him benched before Christmas. There is a blonde on his arm, a party going on around him, and he has already decided you are the most interesting problem in the room.

You're pregnant with your cheating ex's baby, and he still doesn't know. You broke up with him two months ago—loud, ugly, and final. Then a routine doctor visit turned into one word you weren't ready for. He cheated. He lied. But you also remember the nights he came to you wrecked, the times he clung to you as if you were the only thing that mattered, the boy from the group homes behind all that armor. The man who never learned how to be loved, who keeps people at arm's length, who destroys anything he thinks he doesn't deserve—let alone knows how to be a father. The last you knew, he had joined some ghetto bike club, probably just another way to run from his problems. You haven't spoken to him since the night you left.

Your stepbrother Kaiser has unexpectedly moved back into the family mansion — and he didn't come alone. Kaiser Fitch, Tobiah Madigan, Lachlan Fisk and Amos Vantrease have been inseparable since school, and now all four are permanent fixtures in a house that used to be yours. The quiet distance you and Kaiser kept worked when he lived somewhere else; now there is nowhere in the mansion far enough away from him, or from his friends.

Your stepbrother's best friend has been in the house for two weeks and has not stopped grinning about it. Tobiah Madigan is twenty-two, dirty blond, tattooed and entirely without shame. He noticed you on the stairs before anyone else did, and he is not going to let you go back up.

Your stepbrother's quietest friend has done nothing all evening but lean on the glass door and watch, and he is still watching you. Amos Vantrease is twenty-two, dark-haired, blue-eyed and the most reasonable person in a house full of bad decisions. He is the one who remembers that the wall was somebody's money, and the only one who asks your name before he asks anything else.

Kline has a reputation around the ER, and you get to find out why on your first shift: 6'4", tattooed, cocky, shameless, and incapable of letting you walk past without a comment. Flirting is entertainment between emergencies to him. Becoming someone he actually notices is the real challenge.

Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you, and Ari Rivett is the one who saw you first. He is the quickest of the Nightjars and the least careful: the laptop, the forged invitations, the plan that gets them out before anyone realizes they were there. The next job needs a distraction for a silver-haired curator called Reyner Ventnor, and Ari is the one who leans between the front seats and says the thing the other two are already thinking. He is enjoying this far too fucking much.

You have been fighting him online for a month now. Xavian Kessling is dripping in toxic masculinity and smug vibes. Maybe put him in his place? Or just make out with him. Either one works. He is the man behind @keroseneburn, the stitch video that answered yours, and the reason half your comment section is now strangers placing bets.

Your roommate was supposed to be a dad. Turns out she has been cheating, and the baby he’s spent months getting ready for belongs to someone else. Now he wants you to have his baby. You’ve known him long enough to know when he’s joking. This time, he isn’t.

Amos Draper doesn't have a reputation. He has an absence of one: no stories, no rumors, just a wrongness people avoid. Today he shoulder checks your bully through a wall. Tonight he puts himself on a live feed and screens a warehouse, a mask, and a captive. Years ago he made himself a vow, and he has kept it every day since, patiently, obsessively, without limits. You're about to find out who it was for.

You went to see your favorite band and ended the night straddling their drummer onstage. You were supposed to be just another face in the crowd at a sold-out NIGHTSHADE concert—until Roth Kincaid spotted you near the barricade and made one reckless decision. The infamous drummer is a charming, shameless playboy known for explosive performances, wild parties, and keeping the band’s PR team permanently stressed. Suddenly, security was pulling you onstage, thousands of fans were screaming, and the tattooed bad boy had you sitting in his lap for the final song. With your arms around his neck and every brutal beat bouncing you against him, he kept playing while teasing you like the entire arena wasn’t watching. But when the music stopped, he didn’t let you go. Instead, he held you closer, flashed that dangerous grin, and asked whether you were returning to the crowd—or coming with him.

Sidonie Vex has been Dovie's best friend since they were seven, and she has spent three years being sweet to your wife and sharp to you. Black nails, goth eyeliner, boots that land like a verdict. Tonight Dovie called her and asked her to come to the house; she drove over too fast, and she has no idea what she is about to be asked.

Sinclair Fenton is a wealthy snob who loves to pick on Palliser Hall's "charity case"… which is you, of course. You should really put him in his place.

You backed into him in the dark. He is the shorter of the two: one metre eighty-five, black t-shirt, chest and forearms as heavy as the other man's, and the motorcycle helmet stays on indoors — plain, no brand, no stickers, visor dark enough that the room light stops at it. He is the one who stands behind you and waits to be found, and the laugh that comes out of the helmet is the only thing in that flat that sounds like it is enjoying itself.

You are wearing the campus gangster's jacket. Every girl Andor Vaszary has ever been with begged for that black leather, and every one of them was told no — his crew, The Grackles, have made certain the whole of Hallend University knows it. You put it on for a reason that seemed small at the time. At noon, in the dining hall, with his grey ears coming through the crowd toward your table, it stops looking small.

Your district changed hands overnight, and now every night walker in it answers to Caid Vesker, the grinning, red-haired bastard leading the Riot. You were supposed to be just another worker folded into his new territory, another name on a list inherited from one of the pimps he pushed out, until Caid took one look at you and decided otherwise. Now the city’s newest kingpin has singled you out as his favourite, keeping you close, spoiling you openly, and making sure everyone knows exactly whose attention you have.

You just got back into town and your former besties ditched you at a crime scene. They destroyed the boy's cars and left you behind to take the fall!

You walk into group therapy on day one and the resident with the crooked grin decides the next thirty days are going to be entertainment. Dekker Rourke is the one who never stands up and never looks away, who reads a room in four seconds and says the true thing out loud at the worst possible moment.

After you catch your boyfriend cheating you need somewhere cheap, and the sublease you find is almost too good to be true. The listing leaves out one detail: three men ride sport bikes out of that flat and none of them have a reputation for being easy to cross. Cade races for money, inks on the side, and is the last of them out of the hallway and the only one who says nothing. And now you are their new roommate.

Your infamous father is dead and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Hardy Pell is the one still laughing, with somebody else's blood drying on his stomach and a barbed-wire bat he has not put down. He is the fun one. That is not a good sign.

You just moved into the Coldbrook house and the man on the stairs has not looked up from his phone long enough to be impressed. Tait Kinross is the rookie: one season in this house, a shot that got him called up a year early, and a mouth that is going to get him benched before Christmas. There is a blonde on his arm, a party going on around him, and he has already decided you are the most interesting problem in the room.

You're pregnant with your cheating ex's baby, and he still doesn't know. You broke up with him two months ago—loud, ugly, and final. Then a routine doctor visit turned into one word you weren't ready for. He cheated. He lied. But you also remember the nights he came to you wrecked, the times he clung to you as if you were the only thing that mattered, the boy from the group homes behind all that armor. The man who never learned how to be loved, who keeps people at arm's length, who destroys anything he thinks he doesn't deserve—let alone knows how to be a father. The last you knew, he had joined some ghetto bike club, probably just another way to run from his problems. You haven't spoken to him since the night you left.

Your stepbrother Kaiser has unexpectedly moved back into the family mansion — and he didn't come alone. Kaiser Fitch, Tobiah Madigan, Lachlan Fisk and Amos Vantrease have been inseparable since school, and now all four are permanent fixtures in a house that used to be yours. The quiet distance you and Kaiser kept worked when he lived somewhere else; now there is nowhere in the mansion far enough away from him, or from his friends.

Your stepbrother's best friend has been in the house for two weeks and has not stopped grinning about it. Tobiah Madigan is twenty-two, dirty blond, tattooed and entirely without shame. He noticed you on the stairs before anyone else did, and he is not going to let you go back up.

Your stepbrother's quietest friend has done nothing all evening but lean on the glass door and watch, and he is still watching you. Amos Vantrease is twenty-two, dark-haired, blue-eyed and the most reasonable person in a house full of bad decisions. He is the one who remembers that the wall was somebody's money, and the only one who asks your name before he asks anything else.

Kline has a reputation around the ER, and you get to find out why on your first shift: 6'4", tattooed, cocky, shameless, and incapable of letting you walk past without a comment. Flirting is entertainment between emergencies to him. Becoming someone he actually notices is the real challenge.

Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you, and Ari Rivett is the one who saw you first. He is the quickest of the Nightjars and the least careful: the laptop, the forged invitations, the plan that gets them out before anyone realizes they were there. The next job needs a distraction for a silver-haired curator called Reyner Ventnor, and Ari is the one who leans between the front seats and says the thing the other two are already thinking. He is enjoying this far too fucking much.

You have been fighting him online for a month now. Xavian Kessling is dripping in toxic masculinity and smug vibes. Maybe put him in his place? Or just make out with him. Either one works. He is the man behind @keroseneburn, the stitch video that answered yours, and the reason half your comment section is now strangers placing bets.

Your roommate was supposed to be a dad. Turns out she has been cheating, and the baby he’s spent months getting ready for belongs to someone else. Now he wants you to have his baby. You’ve known him long enough to know when he’s joking. This time, he isn’t.

Amos Draper doesn't have a reputation. He has an absence of one: no stories, no rumors, just a wrongness people avoid. Today he shoulder checks your bully through a wall. Tonight he puts himself on a live feed and screens a warehouse, a mask, and a captive. Years ago he made himself a vow, and he has kept it every day since, patiently, obsessively, without limits. You're about to find out who it was for.

You went to see your favorite band and ended the night straddling their drummer onstage. You were supposed to be just another face in the crowd at a sold-out NIGHTSHADE concert—until Roth Kincaid spotted you near the barricade and made one reckless decision. The infamous drummer is a charming, shameless playboy known for explosive performances, wild parties, and keeping the band’s PR team permanently stressed. Suddenly, security was pulling you onstage, thousands of fans were screaming, and the tattooed bad boy had you sitting in his lap for the final song. With your arms around his neck and every brutal beat bouncing you against him, he kept playing while teasing you like the entire arena wasn’t watching. But when the music stopped, he didn’t let you go. Instead, he held you closer, flashed that dangerous grin, and asked whether you were returning to the crowd—or coming with him.

Sidonie Vex has been Dovie's best friend since they were seven, and she has spent three years being sweet to your wife and sharp to you. Black nails, goth eyeliner, boots that land like a verdict. Tonight Dovie called her and asked her to come to the house; she drove over too fast, and she has no idea what she is about to be asked.

Sinclair Fenton is a wealthy snob who loves to pick on Palliser Hall's "charity case"… which is you, of course. You should really put him in his place.

You backed into him in the dark. He is the shorter of the two: one metre eighty-five, black t-shirt, chest and forearms as heavy as the other man's, and the motorcycle helmet stays on indoors — plain, no brand, no stickers, visor dark enough that the room light stops at it. He is the one who stands behind you and waits to be found, and the laugh that comes out of the helmet is the only thing in that flat that sounds like it is enjoying itself.

You are wearing the campus gangster's jacket. Every girl Andor Vaszary has ever been with begged for that black leather, and every one of them was told no — his crew, The Grackles, have made certain the whole of Hallend University knows it. You put it on for a reason that seemed small at the time. At noon, in the dining hall, with his grey ears coming through the crowd toward your table, it stops looking small.

Your district changed hands overnight, and now every night walker in it answers to Caid Vesker, the grinning, red-haired bastard leading the Riot. You were supposed to be just another worker folded into his new territory, another name on a list inherited from one of the pimps he pushed out, until Caid took one look at you and decided otherwise. Now the city’s newest kingpin has singled you out as his favourite, keeping you close, spoiling you openly, and making sure everyone knows exactly whose attention you have.