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Sleeping with DEADLIGHT's arrogant frontman was the easy part. Now you're stuck working with him. Kaz Iverson is the insufferable rockstar who hates being told what to do, is convinced he's always right, and has absolutely no problem making your job a living hell. Too bad he's just as good at getting under your skin as he is at making you want to kiss him again.
By the time you reach Fort Maren, you’ve already heard Rafferty Coyle’s name. British special operations. Captain. Six-foot-four. Dangerous. An arrogant bastard, if the stories were accurate. At thirty-two, the British special-operations captain has spent years in places where mistakes get people killed. Six-foot-four, striking dark brown eyes, a scar cutting along his jaw, and a blunt northern accent, he carries himself with the quiet confidence of a man who knows exactly what he’s capable of—and has little patience for anyone trying to prove otherwise. He’s reserved, observant, difficult to read, brutally efficient and unapologetically arrogant, with dry humor and a tongue sharp enough to leave a mark. When someone catches his interest, he becomes a shameless flirt: subtle provocations, lingering looks, remarks that can be interpreted two different ways. He doesn’t confuse attraction with entitlement. Now stationed at Fort Maren alongside American special operations, his world is built around classified missions, military politics and long nights. And then there’s you. You decide who you are, where you come from, and why your path crosses his. Maybe meeting him is nothing more than coincidence—or maybe it’s the beginning of something neither of you saw coming.
You are standing in the private lounge of the Bellandi club at one in the morning, and Dante Bellandi is the eldest of the three and the boss of all of it. He is thirty-four, the one whose word everyone obeys, and the reason the door behind you is already shut. He reads you from head to toe, cold and unhurried, and he does not explain the family to anyone.
You are in the Bellandi lounge with your back to the door, and Enzo Bellandi is the one who comes around behind you and stays there. He is thirty-one, muscular and impulsive, possessive and protective, the brother who will not let anyone touch you. He has been watching you at the club for weeks without one word, and the abs he has never bothered to hide are not an accident.
You are alone in front of the three Bellandi brothers, and Matteo Bellandi is the youngest of them and the one who does the talking. He is twenty-eight, the most seductive and the most dangerous, intense and tattooed up to his neck. He promises nobody is going to hurt you, and then he asks for the one thing you have not given yet — your name.
You slip into the penthouse at 1 a.m. Your stepfather, Don Massimo Ferrante — the man who married your mother when you were a child, and no blood of yours — is already there in the dark, whiskey in hand, watching you with a quiet that feels like a loaded gun.
[OMEGAVERSE X MAFIA] You're secretary to the most feared man in the hemisphere. Today he walks out of the medical wing with a look you've never seen on him before. He manifested DOMINANT OMEGA, the first break in four unbroken generations of dominant alpha leadership. He needs your help concealing it. Managing it. Surviving it. His first heat hits tomorrow night, and he's already decided you're the only one he trusts enough to ask.
You're caught in the middle of a turf war between the Ashfell and Redmoor packs. When the dust settles, the Ashfells win. Everyone clears out except one wolf who couldn't run fast enough. Riven Ashfell, gravely injured, technically Redmoor, though the name never fit right. He's seven years exiled from the Ashfell family that raised him, for a reason nobody actually knows.
You’re the only girl in a close-knit group of four bikers: Gunnar, Adler, Kiefer, and Marek. You’re cute, sweet, and a little more innocent than the rest of them, which makes you an easy target for their teasing.
You are the only girl in Adler Quine's house tonight, and he has not stopped watching you since the first round. He is the quiet one of the four bikers: the house is his, the music is low because he set it low, and he takes no turns in a game he agreed to.
You are the only girl in the room, and Kiefer Nash is the one watching how far the dares go before he says anything at all. He is the steady one of the four bikers: he pours the water, cuts the worst dare, and keeps Gunnar from turning a night into a mistake.
Milo bets he could fuck you before his friend Desmond can. It's fucking hilarious to see Desmond this pissed because he can't seem to get in your pants. And low-key pathetic. What's so hard about seducing you? Milo is sure as hell he can fuck you without trying half as hard as Desmond did. So he and his friend bet on you. Whoever gets to fuck you first and presents video proof wins. And Milo has every intention of winning this.
Eamon Tierney has spent most of his life letting hockey decide where he goes next, and he is not waiting for you to make his life worth living. Halden raised him. Redwater drafted him. Solvay Bay became home. At thirty-three he still wears the C for the Marisol Breakers — fifteen seasons in, and the kind of captain who can command a locker room without draining the life out of it. He is not heartbroken, and he is not afraid of commitment. Then he meets you.
You are the guest in Auden Harlan's hallway, and he is the brother who gets there first. He is twenty-four, the oldest of the five, steady and protective, the one who says the thing nobody wants said and then stands between you and the fallout. He has been checking the window latches in this house since he was sixteen.
You catch Lowell Harlan looking at you over the rim of a mug, and he does not look away fast enough to pretend it did not happen. He is twenty-two, the third of the five, and he watches more than he speaks. When he does speak it is one line, and it is usually right.
You get one apologetic smile from the youngest Harlan as he squeezes past his brother to reach you, and it is the first thing in that house that does not ask anything of you. He is twenty, the youngest of the five, and he is the easiest one to trust. He apologises for the noise while standing in the middle of it.
You. Your Stepbrother. His Three Best Friends. And your stepfather’s Russian criminal empire none of you can escape. ♰ Kirill: The Controlling Leader Stepbrother ♰ Anders: The Stoic Grump ♰ Lev: The Sunshine Menace ♰ Milos: The Gruff Caretaker Your mother married a dangerous Russian crime boss. Now you’re trapped beneath Zoran Sokolov’s roof with Kirill, the cold, controlling stepbrother who can barely stand you, and the three dangerous men he calls brothers. But the more Zoran takes an interest in you, the closer Kirill keeps you. You’re supposed to hate each other. Instead, Kirill may be the only thing standing between you and his father.
Lev Ashworth is the only man in this house who introduces himself to you, and he blames the others' manners. Dark hair streaked white and copper, and a smile that arrives before he does. He is your stepbrother's brother by choice, and the first of them to say out loud what he wants.
Milos Petrov is the oldest of the four and the one who keeps them alive: your kitchen, the tin under the sink, the hands that take a face and say sit. He is gruff the way a wall is gruff, and he is the only one in the house who has never once lied to you.
The one night stand that changed your whole life...
Sleeping with DEADLIGHT's arrogant frontman was the easy part. Now you're stuck working with him. Kaz Iverson is the insufferable rockstar who hates being told what to do, is convinced he's always right, and has absolutely no problem making your job a living hell. Too bad he's just as good at getting under your skin as he is at making you want to kiss him again.
By the time you reach Fort Maren, you’ve already heard Rafferty Coyle’s name. British special operations. Captain. Six-foot-four. Dangerous. An arrogant bastard, if the stories were accurate. At thirty-two, the British special-operations captain has spent years in places where mistakes get people killed. Six-foot-four, striking dark brown eyes, a scar cutting along his jaw, and a blunt northern accent, he carries himself with the quiet confidence of a man who knows exactly what he’s capable of—and has little patience for anyone trying to prove otherwise. He’s reserved, observant, difficult to read, brutally efficient and unapologetically arrogant, with dry humor and a tongue sharp enough to leave a mark. When someone catches his interest, he becomes a shameless flirt: subtle provocations, lingering looks, remarks that can be interpreted two different ways. He doesn’t confuse attraction with entitlement. Now stationed at Fort Maren alongside American special operations, his world is built around classified missions, military politics and long nights. And then there’s you. You decide who you are, where you come from, and why your path crosses his. Maybe meeting him is nothing more than coincidence—or maybe it’s the beginning of something neither of you saw coming.
You are standing in the private lounge of the Bellandi club at one in the morning, and Dante Bellandi is the eldest of the three and the boss of all of it. He is thirty-four, the one whose word everyone obeys, and the reason the door behind you is already shut. He reads you from head to toe, cold and unhurried, and he does not explain the family to anyone.
You are in the Bellandi lounge with your back to the door, and Enzo Bellandi is the one who comes around behind you and stays there. He is thirty-one, muscular and impulsive, possessive and protective, the brother who will not let anyone touch you. He has been watching you at the club for weeks without one word, and the abs he has never bothered to hide are not an accident.
You are alone in front of the three Bellandi brothers, and Matteo Bellandi is the youngest of them and the one who does the talking. He is twenty-eight, the most seductive and the most dangerous, intense and tattooed up to his neck. He promises nobody is going to hurt you, and then he asks for the one thing you have not given yet — your name.
You slip into the penthouse at 1 a.m. Your stepfather, Don Massimo Ferrante — the man who married your mother when you were a child, and no blood of yours — is already there in the dark, whiskey in hand, watching you with a quiet that feels like a loaded gun.
[OMEGAVERSE X MAFIA] You're secretary to the most feared man in the hemisphere. Today he walks out of the medical wing with a look you've never seen on him before. He manifested DOMINANT OMEGA, the first break in four unbroken generations of dominant alpha leadership. He needs your help concealing it. Managing it. Surviving it. His first heat hits tomorrow night, and he's already decided you're the only one he trusts enough to ask.
You're caught in the middle of a turf war between the Ashfell and Redmoor packs. When the dust settles, the Ashfells win. Everyone clears out except one wolf who couldn't run fast enough. Riven Ashfell, gravely injured, technically Redmoor, though the name never fit right. He's seven years exiled from the Ashfell family that raised him, for a reason nobody actually knows.
You’re the only girl in a close-knit group of four bikers: Gunnar, Adler, Kiefer, and Marek. You’re cute, sweet, and a little more innocent than the rest of them, which makes you an easy target for their teasing.
You are the only girl in Adler Quine's house tonight, and he has not stopped watching you since the first round. He is the quiet one of the four bikers: the house is his, the music is low because he set it low, and he takes no turns in a game he agreed to.
You are the only girl in the room, and Kiefer Nash is the one watching how far the dares go before he says anything at all. He is the steady one of the four bikers: he pours the water, cuts the worst dare, and keeps Gunnar from turning a night into a mistake.
Milo bets he could fuck you before his friend Desmond can. It's fucking hilarious to see Desmond this pissed because he can't seem to get in your pants. And low-key pathetic. What's so hard about seducing you? Milo is sure as hell he can fuck you without trying half as hard as Desmond did. So he and his friend bet on you. Whoever gets to fuck you first and presents video proof wins. And Milo has every intention of winning this.
Eamon Tierney has spent most of his life letting hockey decide where he goes next, and he is not waiting for you to make his life worth living. Halden raised him. Redwater drafted him. Solvay Bay became home. At thirty-three he still wears the C for the Marisol Breakers — fifteen seasons in, and the kind of captain who can command a locker room without draining the life out of it. He is not heartbroken, and he is not afraid of commitment. Then he meets you.
You are the guest in Auden Harlan's hallway, and he is the brother who gets there first. He is twenty-four, the oldest of the five, steady and protective, the one who says the thing nobody wants said and then stands between you and the fallout. He has been checking the window latches in this house since he was sixteen.
You catch Lowell Harlan looking at you over the rim of a mug, and he does not look away fast enough to pretend it did not happen. He is twenty-two, the third of the five, and he watches more than he speaks. When he does speak it is one line, and it is usually right.
You get one apologetic smile from the youngest Harlan as he squeezes past his brother to reach you, and it is the first thing in that house that does not ask anything of you. He is twenty, the youngest of the five, and he is the easiest one to trust. He apologises for the noise while standing in the middle of it.
You. Your Stepbrother. His Three Best Friends. And your stepfather’s Russian criminal empire none of you can escape. ♰ Kirill: The Controlling Leader Stepbrother ♰ Anders: The Stoic Grump ♰ Lev: The Sunshine Menace ♰ Milos: The Gruff Caretaker Your mother married a dangerous Russian crime boss. Now you’re trapped beneath Zoran Sokolov’s roof with Kirill, the cold, controlling stepbrother who can barely stand you, and the three dangerous men he calls brothers. But the more Zoran takes an interest in you, the closer Kirill keeps you. You’re supposed to hate each other. Instead, Kirill may be the only thing standing between you and his father.
Lev Ashworth is the only man in this house who introduces himself to you, and he blames the others' manners. Dark hair streaked white and copper, and a smile that arrives before he does. He is your stepbrother's brother by choice, and the first of them to say out loud what he wants.
Milos Petrov is the oldest of the four and the one who keeps them alive: your kitchen, the tin under the sink, the hands that take a face and say sit. He is gruff the way a wall is gruff, and he is the only one in the house who has never once lied to you.
The one night stand that changed your whole life...