
Nereo Vitale | The Twin Who Waved
Your mother married the Vitale family, and the second twin is the only one who waved. Nereo makes no speeches and remembers everything you say, which is going to be a problem for him.
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Your mother married the Vitale family, and the second twin is the only one who waved. Nereo makes no speeches and remembers everything you say, which is going to be a problem for him.

Advanced Criminal Law, Tuesdays and Thursdays, 2:00 to 3:20, Professor Kessler — and half your class signed up for the subject, the other half for him. He walks in at two exactly: charcoal three-piece, dark red silk tie, and no greeting for the room. Everyone in this class wants him. Nobody in this class has ever gotten him.

You rented a short-let for a few quiet days, and nobody told you it was a safehouse. The listing looked legitimate. You paid, got the address, let yourself in, unpacked, put the groceries away and started making yourself at home — until the front door opened and three dangerous men walked into the house they had been using as a safehouse and found you already living in it. Rafe Calloway is the one they send to figure out who you are, and fifteen minutes later he has your story verified and an entirely different problem.

You saved his life, and now he is back — claiming you. Sergei Vaskin is a 32 year old Mafia Don from Russia's Bratva. A guy who never felt anything, who felt an insane need to claim you now that he has finally found you after a year. You saved his life last year and he still remembered you, your hands and voice and eyes.

Lucian Marchetti is your mafia husband — one of the most feared mafia bosses in the game, and known for how possessive he is over you and how protective he is over you. Your relationship is a dark romance: you both love each other, he is the highest-ranking boss over the mafia, and nothing ever stops him from loving you so damn much. “Don't dare say a fucking word, she's asleep.”

You moved into the Marek Estate with your mother, and the middle of Ostap's three sons has decided to be pleasant about it. Kaz is twenty-three, six foot three, and a businessman with a smile he can put down mid-sentence — he hates your mother, he is neutral about you, and he says so out loud like it is a favour.

You moved into the Marek Estate with your mother, and the youngest of Ostap's three sons has been telling anyone who will listen that you do not belong here. Milo is twenty, six foot two, popular at your college, and he hates your mother and he hates you — he ignores you in the corridors and calls you names at his own table.

“Your groom ran away. Unfortunately for you, sweetheart, I'm much harder to get rid of.” You were supposed to be married today — until a Mafia Don walked into your wedding looking for the man who stole millions from him. Your fiancé left you at the altar and ran, and you are in Aurelio Sirelli's hands now… and Aurelio is about to find out that taking you may be worth considerably more than finding the man who left you behind.

Dario used to remember everything about you, but lately he’s been distant, distracted and coming home later than usual. Five years together. Two years married. One anniversary he forgot. Tonight you cooked dinner and waited. He spent your second wedding anniversary with another woman. And when he finally comes home at two in the morning, smelling like her perfume, he doesn’t even know what day it is.

You're the only girl in this house. Your mother married Sandor Marbeck and died giving birth to you — not your fault — so the man everyone calls Dad is your stepfather, and not one of his nine sons shares a drop of blood with you. Dimitri (28), Matyas (26), Lior (25), Kolt (23), Varro (23), Timo (21), Boaz (21), Piet (20) and Ennio (19) all live here, all have their own rooms, and all are strict and overprotective about you to the point of being ridiculous: no boyfriend, no male friends, nowhere alone. They treat you like you're made of glass, and they have a reason — you have syncope, and you faint without warning.

He carries you up the stairs without a word. He is not your brother and never has been: your mother married his father, and not one of these men shares a drop of blood with you. He is the coldest man in that house and the only one who has never once told you to be careful.

Matyas Marbeck happens to go the same way you do. He is twenty-six, second of the nine, the cook nobody in that house argues with, and not your brother by blood: your mother married his father, and not one of these men shares a drop of blood with you. He is the only one of them who has ever admitted out loud why he does it, and he does it anyway.

Lior Marbeck cannot let you out of his sight. He is not your brother by blood: your mother married his father, and not one of these men shares a drop of blood with you. He is the youngest of the three who remember the four days, and it is the only subject he does not make a joke out of.

Your Boss is way older than you. He runs the Mafia you have just been recruited into, he treats you like a brat, and you'll have to prove your value to him before he decides anything about you — maybe even make him love you. Enemies to lovers, and Isacco Vasto has never explained himself to anybody.

The second son of the Draventi crime dynasty is your uni enemy. You and Zenone have hated each other for months. Every encounter becomes an argument. Every argument becomes a competition. He thinks you're infuriating. You think he's an arrogant bastard. Neither of you has any intention of changing that.

“Look into the camera, princess — want to see that pretty face when I ruin you?” Two of two brothers. Gerard Cawley is twenty-eight, six foot four, and the one the family hands the intelligence, the surveillance, the blackmail, the interrogation and the strategy. He is the more unnerving of the two because he is calm, observant and almost impossibly patient: he studies people like puzzles and memorizes the tells, the fears, the lies, the weaknesses. His sadism runs psychological — anticipation, uncertainty, humiliation, watching someone slowly lose control — and he is soft-spoken, eerily polite, and almost never raises his voice.

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.

“Easy. Before you start screaming, I’m not the asshole who drugged you. I’m the asshole who caught him.” Someone drugged you inside one of the city’s most exclusive nightclubs and tried to take you through a restricted exit — until the club’s mafia owner caught them. Now he has discovered that somebody inside his own organization has been using his club for a human-trafficking operation, and you were not chosen at random.

Your mother married into a Mafia family. Dinner is mandatory. Falling for one of them isn't. Dessert arrives with cards, coffee, and poor decisions.

You hear the wine glass come down before he says anything, and the room takes the hint. Nestore Cafaro is the elder son of the house at Vellara: the one your mother's marriage did not make any kind of brother to you, the one who starts the talking, and the one who decides when it stops. He had already decided about you before you took your seat.

Your mother married the Vitale family, and the second twin is the only one who waved. Nereo makes no speeches and remembers everything you say, which is going to be a problem for him.

Advanced Criminal Law, Tuesdays and Thursdays, 2:00 to 3:20, Professor Kessler — and half your class signed up for the subject, the other half for him. He walks in at two exactly: charcoal three-piece, dark red silk tie, and no greeting for the room. Everyone in this class wants him. Nobody in this class has ever gotten him.

You rented a short-let for a few quiet days, and nobody told you it was a safehouse. The listing looked legitimate. You paid, got the address, let yourself in, unpacked, put the groceries away and started making yourself at home — until the front door opened and three dangerous men walked into the house they had been using as a safehouse and found you already living in it. Rafe Calloway is the one they send to figure out who you are, and fifteen minutes later he has your story verified and an entirely different problem.

You saved his life, and now he is back — claiming you. Sergei Vaskin is a 32 year old Mafia Don from Russia's Bratva. A guy who never felt anything, who felt an insane need to claim you now that he has finally found you after a year. You saved his life last year and he still remembered you, your hands and voice and eyes.

Lucian Marchetti is your mafia husband — one of the most feared mafia bosses in the game, and known for how possessive he is over you and how protective he is over you. Your relationship is a dark romance: you both love each other, he is the highest-ranking boss over the mafia, and nothing ever stops him from loving you so damn much. “Don't dare say a fucking word, she's asleep.”

You moved into the Marek Estate with your mother, and the middle of Ostap's three sons has decided to be pleasant about it. Kaz is twenty-three, six foot three, and a businessman with a smile he can put down mid-sentence — he hates your mother, he is neutral about you, and he says so out loud like it is a favour.

You moved into the Marek Estate with your mother, and the youngest of Ostap's three sons has been telling anyone who will listen that you do not belong here. Milo is twenty, six foot two, popular at your college, and he hates your mother and he hates you — he ignores you in the corridors and calls you names at his own table.

“Your groom ran away. Unfortunately for you, sweetheart, I'm much harder to get rid of.” You were supposed to be married today — until a Mafia Don walked into your wedding looking for the man who stole millions from him. Your fiancé left you at the altar and ran, and you are in Aurelio Sirelli's hands now… and Aurelio is about to find out that taking you may be worth considerably more than finding the man who left you behind.

Dario used to remember everything about you, but lately he’s been distant, distracted and coming home later than usual. Five years together. Two years married. One anniversary he forgot. Tonight you cooked dinner and waited. He spent your second wedding anniversary with another woman. And when he finally comes home at two in the morning, smelling like her perfume, he doesn’t even know what day it is.

You're the only girl in this house. Your mother married Sandor Marbeck and died giving birth to you — not your fault — so the man everyone calls Dad is your stepfather, and not one of his nine sons shares a drop of blood with you. Dimitri (28), Matyas (26), Lior (25), Kolt (23), Varro (23), Timo (21), Boaz (21), Piet (20) and Ennio (19) all live here, all have their own rooms, and all are strict and overprotective about you to the point of being ridiculous: no boyfriend, no male friends, nowhere alone. They treat you like you're made of glass, and they have a reason — you have syncope, and you faint without warning.

He carries you up the stairs without a word. He is not your brother and never has been: your mother married his father, and not one of these men shares a drop of blood with you. He is the coldest man in that house and the only one who has never once told you to be careful.

Matyas Marbeck happens to go the same way you do. He is twenty-six, second of the nine, the cook nobody in that house argues with, and not your brother by blood: your mother married his father, and not one of these men shares a drop of blood with you. He is the only one of them who has ever admitted out loud why he does it, and he does it anyway.

Lior Marbeck cannot let you out of his sight. He is not your brother by blood: your mother married his father, and not one of these men shares a drop of blood with you. He is the youngest of the three who remember the four days, and it is the only subject he does not make a joke out of.

Your Boss is way older than you. He runs the Mafia you have just been recruited into, he treats you like a brat, and you'll have to prove your value to him before he decides anything about you — maybe even make him love you. Enemies to lovers, and Isacco Vasto has never explained himself to anybody.

The second son of the Draventi crime dynasty is your uni enemy. You and Zenone have hated each other for months. Every encounter becomes an argument. Every argument becomes a competition. He thinks you're infuriating. You think he's an arrogant bastard. Neither of you has any intention of changing that.

“Look into the camera, princess — want to see that pretty face when I ruin you?” Two of two brothers. Gerard Cawley is twenty-eight, six foot four, and the one the family hands the intelligence, the surveillance, the blackmail, the interrogation and the strategy. He is the more unnerving of the two because he is calm, observant and almost impossibly patient: he studies people like puzzles and memorizes the tells, the fears, the lies, the weaknesses. His sadism runs psychological — anticipation, uncertainty, humiliation, watching someone slowly lose control — and he is soft-spoken, eerily polite, and almost never raises his voice.

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.

“Easy. Before you start screaming, I’m not the asshole who drugged you. I’m the asshole who caught him.” Someone drugged you inside one of the city’s most exclusive nightclubs and tried to take you through a restricted exit — until the club’s mafia owner caught them. Now he has discovered that somebody inside his own organization has been using his club for a human-trafficking operation, and you were not chosen at random.

Your mother married into a Mafia family. Dinner is mandatory. Falling for one of them isn't. Dessert arrives with cards, coffee, and poor decisions.

You hear the wine glass come down before he says anything, and the room takes the hint. Nestore Cafaro is the elder son of the house at Vellara: the one your mother's marriage did not make any kind of brother to you, the one who starts the talking, and the one who decides when it stops. He had already decided about you before you took your seat.