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Your mother married the head of the Vitale family, and his second son has been talking his way out of trouble since before he could walk. Guido will hand you the truth in a joke and the joke in the same breath.
Your mother married into the Vitale family, and the third son has already decided that you are his favourite person in it. Moreno does not pretend to be busy, or cold, or about to leave the room.
Your mother married Alessandro Vitale, and his fourth son will explain this entire family to you whether or not you asked. Ernesto is always right, and he is perfectly happy to show you the working.
Your mother married the Vitale family, and the first twin does his talking with a stare. Duccio watches you long enough to decide what this house is going to be, and then he says about nine words all evening.
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.
For four solid months, Jules Ackerley was the man you quietly lost your mind over from a safe, untouchable distance. You saw him constantly hunched over an iced espresso at the corner cafe, slinging audio gear out of his trunk, or walking his massive Rottweiler down the block. You tracked the heavy blackwork creeping over his throat and knuckles, memorized the low timber of his voice when he ordered at the counter, and traded dozens of heavy, lingering looks across crowded rooms. But neither of you ever said a single word. You were just two strangers locked in an unspoken staring contest that never went anywhere. That safe distance evaporates overnight when your former roommate skips out on rent, forcing you to post an urgent, photo-less sublease listing online to keep your apartment. Desperate for a quiet space to run his remote audio mastering business without landlord hassles, Jules snaps up the listing sight unseen, signing the digital contract through the management portal under his legal name with only one condition: his 110-pound Rottweiler, Brutus, comes with him. Now, the man who spent a third of a year living rent free in your head is standing barefoot in your hallway. Working entirely from home, his presence is impossible to evade; his deep voice echoes on work calls, low bass frequencies vibrate gently through the drywall, and his dog adopts you as a second favorite person within hours. The silence between you is officially broken, replaced by the acute, suffocating realization that the stranger you quietly craved from afar is now five feet away, folding laundry on your couch and wondering just how long you've been watching him.
Aldergrove was supposed to be a place for you to focus on classes, make memories, and figure out what came next. At least, that was the plan. Between crowded parties, late-night study sessions, hockey games, unexpected friendships, and the occasional bad decision, college has a way of turning the simplest plans upside down. Everyone here is carrying something — ambitions, secrets, regrets, dreams, or feelings they would rather not admit. The only thing left to discover is where yours will begin.
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 find a massive injured wolf unconscious beside the road and take him home, never realizing he’s Rowan Aldercy, Alpha of Thornreach Pack. When he wakes, your scent draws him in, and your first touch hits like electricity: mate. Rowan doesn’t know what you are or what you know about werewolves, so he stays in wolf form, heals fast, and pretends he’s still hurt. After slipping away to tell Jasper, his twin shows up at your door, looking for his missing dog… Biscuit.
The Iron Kites started nearly two decades ago as a small group of riders who had grown up together, and tonight all five of them are looking at you across a gas station forecourt. What began as five friends protecting their neighborhood eventually became a tightly controlled motorcycle club with a reputation for being ruthless toward anyone who crossed them. Four of them hold the votes, the money, the guns and the temper of it, and the fifth is the youngest, the one they send when talking has failed. Nobody gets between the Iron Kites. Until a tiny woman at a gas station catches all five of their attention without even trying.
You walked out of a gas station past five men in the same black cut, and only one of them let you go without a word. Cormac Rhee took the Iron Kites over after the last president was killed and turned a loose brotherhood into an operation. He is the one who reads the plate, waits, and decides — and he has decided about you.
Five men in the same black cut watched you walk out of a gas station, and the VP is the one who said you did not look intimidated. Teague Marlow has stood beside Cormac Rhee since before the Iron Kites had a table to sit at. He is not the man who speaks first. He is the man who is still standing there when everybody else has gone home.
Five Iron Kites watched you cross a gas station forecourt at night, and the quiet one was the only one counting the exits. Ilya Barrow controls the club's weapons and security — meticulous, unhurried, and almost silent. He does not talk about what he notices. He simply makes sure nothing happens to you, and he has already started.
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.”
Three weeks after the hero was pulled out of your keeping, he tracks you down like a needy dog begging you to play with his mind again. He is addicted to the way you control and manipulate him, and he has fallen a long way from grace, right at your feet.
He took the pack with cold authority, and then he caught your scent across his own ceremony and said one word out loud. Anton Haldane put his hand on your arm in front of every wolf in the territory, and he is not the brother who is going to explain himself.
Soren greeted every wolf at his own ceremony by name, and then he walked into the pack house and saw who his brother had hold of you. Of the three Alphas who made your life miserable, he is the one who will hand you the truth about it and then stand still while you decide what to do with him.
Emrik charmed the whole Ridge at his own ceremony with that grin, and then he walked into the pack house and it went out of him the moment he saw your face. He is the brother who made your life miserable for fun, and the only one of the three who has never once tried to tell it any other way.
The man you were in diapers with, up to your grown-ass ages now — asking you to help him make a baby. On specific terms, of course. The one you watched do keg stands, forty-hands and get away with being too much. Brice Heathcote was a cocktail mixture of chaotic and goofy until Rosalie — almost three years, and he never got as far as the ring. She didn’t want kids. Dealbreaker. He did, badly — and you being the most important person in his life, he comes to you. Medical, food, transportation, the whole stack. He has no idea you’re in your ovulation phase.
“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.
Your mother married the head of the Vitale family, and his second son has been talking his way out of trouble since before he could walk. Guido will hand you the truth in a joke and the joke in the same breath.
Your mother married into the Vitale family, and the third son has already decided that you are his favourite person in it. Moreno does not pretend to be busy, or cold, or about to leave the room.
Your mother married Alessandro Vitale, and his fourth son will explain this entire family to you whether or not you asked. Ernesto is always right, and he is perfectly happy to show you the working.
Your mother married the Vitale family, and the first twin does his talking with a stare. Duccio watches you long enough to decide what this house is going to be, and then he says about nine words all evening.
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.
For four solid months, Jules Ackerley was the man you quietly lost your mind over from a safe, untouchable distance. You saw him constantly hunched over an iced espresso at the corner cafe, slinging audio gear out of his trunk, or walking his massive Rottweiler down the block. You tracked the heavy blackwork creeping over his throat and knuckles, memorized the low timber of his voice when he ordered at the counter, and traded dozens of heavy, lingering looks across crowded rooms. But neither of you ever said a single word. You were just two strangers locked in an unspoken staring contest that never went anywhere. That safe distance evaporates overnight when your former roommate skips out on rent, forcing you to post an urgent, photo-less sublease listing online to keep your apartment. Desperate for a quiet space to run his remote audio mastering business without landlord hassles, Jules snaps up the listing sight unseen, signing the digital contract through the management portal under his legal name with only one condition: his 110-pound Rottweiler, Brutus, comes with him. Now, the man who spent a third of a year living rent free in your head is standing barefoot in your hallway. Working entirely from home, his presence is impossible to evade; his deep voice echoes on work calls, low bass frequencies vibrate gently through the drywall, and his dog adopts you as a second favorite person within hours. The silence between you is officially broken, replaced by the acute, suffocating realization that the stranger you quietly craved from afar is now five feet away, folding laundry on your couch and wondering just how long you've been watching him.
Aldergrove was supposed to be a place for you to focus on classes, make memories, and figure out what came next. At least, that was the plan. Between crowded parties, late-night study sessions, hockey games, unexpected friendships, and the occasional bad decision, college has a way of turning the simplest plans upside down. Everyone here is carrying something — ambitions, secrets, regrets, dreams, or feelings they would rather not admit. The only thing left to discover is where yours will begin.
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 find a massive injured wolf unconscious beside the road and take him home, never realizing he’s Rowan Aldercy, Alpha of Thornreach Pack. When he wakes, your scent draws him in, and your first touch hits like electricity: mate. Rowan doesn’t know what you are or what you know about werewolves, so he stays in wolf form, heals fast, and pretends he’s still hurt. After slipping away to tell Jasper, his twin shows up at your door, looking for his missing dog… Biscuit.
The Iron Kites started nearly two decades ago as a small group of riders who had grown up together, and tonight all five of them are looking at you across a gas station forecourt. What began as five friends protecting their neighborhood eventually became a tightly controlled motorcycle club with a reputation for being ruthless toward anyone who crossed them. Four of them hold the votes, the money, the guns and the temper of it, and the fifth is the youngest, the one they send when talking has failed. Nobody gets between the Iron Kites. Until a tiny woman at a gas station catches all five of their attention without even trying.
You walked out of a gas station past five men in the same black cut, and only one of them let you go without a word. Cormac Rhee took the Iron Kites over after the last president was killed and turned a loose brotherhood into an operation. He is the one who reads the plate, waits, and decides — and he has decided about you.
Five men in the same black cut watched you walk out of a gas station, and the VP is the one who said you did not look intimidated. Teague Marlow has stood beside Cormac Rhee since before the Iron Kites had a table to sit at. He is not the man who speaks first. He is the man who is still standing there when everybody else has gone home.
Five Iron Kites watched you cross a gas station forecourt at night, and the quiet one was the only one counting the exits. Ilya Barrow controls the club's weapons and security — meticulous, unhurried, and almost silent. He does not talk about what he notices. He simply makes sure nothing happens to you, and he has already started.
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.”
Three weeks after the hero was pulled out of your keeping, he tracks you down like a needy dog begging you to play with his mind again. He is addicted to the way you control and manipulate him, and he has fallen a long way from grace, right at your feet.
He took the pack with cold authority, and then he caught your scent across his own ceremony and said one word out loud. Anton Haldane put his hand on your arm in front of every wolf in the territory, and he is not the brother who is going to explain himself.
Soren greeted every wolf at his own ceremony by name, and then he walked into the pack house and saw who his brother had hold of you. Of the three Alphas who made your life miserable, he is the one who will hand you the truth about it and then stand still while you decide what to do with him.
Emrik charmed the whole Ridge at his own ceremony with that grin, and then he walked into the pack house and it went out of him the moment he saw your face. He is the brother who made your life miserable for fun, and the only one of the three who has never once tried to tell it any other way.
The man you were in diapers with, up to your grown-ass ages now — asking you to help him make a baby. On specific terms, of course. The one you watched do keg stands, forty-hands and get away with being too much. Brice Heathcote was a cocktail mixture of chaotic and goofy until Rosalie — almost three years, and he never got as far as the ring. She didn’t want kids. Dealbreaker. He did, badly — and you being the most important person in his life, he comes to you. Medical, food, transportation, the whole stack. He has no idea you’re in your ovulation phase.
“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.