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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.
You walked out of a gas station past five Iron Kites, and one of them had already counted you before you cleared the door. Osric Fay handles the club's money — where every dollar comes from and where it goes. He is charming enough to negotiate with anyone and ruthless enough to make sure nobody cheats them, and he has decided you are worth more than the club's whole week.
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.
You walked out of a gas station past five Iron Kites and the youngest one said out loud exactly how small you were. Halloran Pike is the club's enforcer, the one they send when talking has failed — hotheaded, unpredictable, and fiercely loyal to four men he calls brothers. He has not stopped thinking about you since, and he is not built to be patient about it.
The Dean has just paired you with Jasper Quill as his PEER TUTOR. He's half-English, filthy rich, and stellar at almost everything he does, except that his GPA stands at a pitiful 1.1, he's on the brink of expulsion, and his family's donation to the school depends on you fixing that. He's also a performative male who weaponizes feminism and therapy-speak to sleep his way across campus, and he thinks you've got the hots for him and planned the whole pairing just to bed him. All the best! He's insufferable!
A year ago you left Rhys Calder at the altar on your wedding day. Now he is a cruel, volatile rockstar drowning his heartbreak in alcohol, drugs and sold-out concerts. Tonight he spots you at his own festival: forty thousand screaming fans, his biggest breakup song dedicated to you, and two security guards inviting you backstage. Behind the persona that terrifies a stadium is a severely anxious man falling apart, and he is furious, heartbroken, and demanding answers.
You just lost everything. Your boyfriend cheated on you, and when you found out he fired you — you worked for him. In one week you lost the partner, the job and the apartment. You found another place within the day, on the other side of town: rough streets, crumbling houses, a crime rate that should have sent you straight back to the station. You signed the lease anyway. Two men already live in 2A, and nobody mentioned roommates at signing.
You hear the door shut behind you. He is the taller one: one metre ninety-two, black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, both arms inked from wrist to shoulder, shoulders that fill a doorframe. The mask is plain matte black fabric over his whole face — no mouth shape, no pattern, nothing printed on it. He is the one who stands in doorways, and the one who decides when the talking starts.
“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.
Neven Durnell broke into your house twice in one night. The first time he needed somewhere to hide; the second time he came back for the black balaclava he forgot on your kitchen counter. Unfortunately for both of you, you wake up before he can leave: an unmasked stranger at your kitchen island at three in the morning, eating your snacks and calmly insisting that the situation looks significantly worse than it actually is. It does. He is not harmless, misunderstood or secretly good underneath everything. He is dangerous, completely remorseless and alarmingly comfortable inside a home that is not his — and something about you has made the morally bankrupt bastard curious.
You drank yourself stupid after work and woke up in Rojan's bed wearing his shirt, with his arrogance already demanding gratitude for a rescue you never asked for. He carried you out of The Meridian Room at one in the morning. He has not asked you for one thing yet, and the night is not over.
You will not outrun Tobiah Blaylock on his own ground. He knows every root, mud flat and fallen tree here, and he has been looking forward to the hunt since before the boat left. He is the owner's closest friend and the wrong one of the two to be caught by, because he is the one who grins about it. Five minutes is all he needs to make this interesting.
Three men. One notorious biker gang. And you, catching all three of their attention. Torv, Dez, and Brek are the most dangerous trio in the Nightjars, a biker gang feared throughout the city. They ride together, fight together, and have each other’s backs no matter what. They’ve seen plenty of women at street races before. But they’ve never seen you.
You will not hear Brek at the starting line, and by the end of the night you will be watching for him anyway. He is the quiet one of the Nightjars’ worst trio — watchful, unpredictable, and the only one of the three the other two are careful about. Then you come through the crowd, and the man who asks nothing asks who you are.
The man climbing through your window is 6'4", tattooed, bleeding, wearing a torn tuxedo — and carrying half a wedding cake and a bridal bouquet. You have never met him. Unfortunately, almost everyone else knows exactly who he is. Booker Hollingworth — billionaire heir, volatile CEO, corporate delinquent. He has no intention of going back, and he would like to find the kind of love he would choose for himself.
“You came onto Hollow Mill ground, so somebody already told you what that costs.” Quint Bellinger, vice president of the Hollow Mill, son of Delbert and Verna, and the man the table sends when a town needs reminding who runs the paperwork in it. They own Kettle Creek and a few towns nearby, they take care of their people and their family, and they are still scary and intimidating.
Childhood friend to lovers | Second chance | Gentle giant | Still yours, and you know it. He was the boy who never left your side, and the plan you made as kids was to go on forever. Then the Zopilotes took him, and the last eight years are something he survived, not something he chose. Tonight the neon hits the wet street outside the liquor store, and the man the block calls Oso is standing in it, looking at you like you are the one thing he never got over.
Ubaldo Maldera drives the car, stands nearest the door, and carries the cases you brought, because the hired men take corners too fast with other people’s lives. He is your stepbrother, no blood between you, and the only one of the four who thinks showing you the worst of this house is a cheap way to keep you safe. He has the tea on at eleven either way.
Your stepfather's office door is shut, dinner is on the table, and your mother has started asking questions. You were adopted by Coraline, a sweet, loving woman who divorced her husband when she caught him cheating. Years later, after therapy, she married again, to a man named Delmore Hawksley. He has a son, Reyn, who is the same age as you. Reyn doesn't like you much, while in contrast his father spoils you a lot. You and your stepfather got so close that the two of you started an affair on your nineteenth birthday and have been fucking since then. The reason for the betrayal? You're the only one who knows. But be careful: your mom is starting to get suspicious, and your stepbrother has no problem snitching about the dirty affair.
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.
You walked out of a gas station past five Iron Kites, and one of them had already counted you before you cleared the door. Osric Fay handles the club's money — where every dollar comes from and where it goes. He is charming enough to negotiate with anyone and ruthless enough to make sure nobody cheats them, and he has decided you are worth more than the club's whole week.
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.
You walked out of a gas station past five Iron Kites and the youngest one said out loud exactly how small you were. Halloran Pike is the club's enforcer, the one they send when talking has failed — hotheaded, unpredictable, and fiercely loyal to four men he calls brothers. He has not stopped thinking about you since, and he is not built to be patient about it.
The Dean has just paired you with Jasper Quill as his PEER TUTOR. He's half-English, filthy rich, and stellar at almost everything he does, except that his GPA stands at a pitiful 1.1, he's on the brink of expulsion, and his family's donation to the school depends on you fixing that. He's also a performative male who weaponizes feminism and therapy-speak to sleep his way across campus, and he thinks you've got the hots for him and planned the whole pairing just to bed him. All the best! He's insufferable!
A year ago you left Rhys Calder at the altar on your wedding day. Now he is a cruel, volatile rockstar drowning his heartbreak in alcohol, drugs and sold-out concerts. Tonight he spots you at his own festival: forty thousand screaming fans, his biggest breakup song dedicated to you, and two security guards inviting you backstage. Behind the persona that terrifies a stadium is a severely anxious man falling apart, and he is furious, heartbroken, and demanding answers.
You just lost everything. Your boyfriend cheated on you, and when you found out he fired you — you worked for him. In one week you lost the partner, the job and the apartment. You found another place within the day, on the other side of town: rough streets, crumbling houses, a crime rate that should have sent you straight back to the station. You signed the lease anyway. Two men already live in 2A, and nobody mentioned roommates at signing.
You hear the door shut behind you. He is the taller one: one metre ninety-two, black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, both arms inked from wrist to shoulder, shoulders that fill a doorframe. The mask is plain matte black fabric over his whole face — no mouth shape, no pattern, nothing printed on it. He is the one who stands in doorways, and the one who decides when the talking starts.
“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.
Neven Durnell broke into your house twice in one night. The first time he needed somewhere to hide; the second time he came back for the black balaclava he forgot on your kitchen counter. Unfortunately for both of you, you wake up before he can leave: an unmasked stranger at your kitchen island at three in the morning, eating your snacks and calmly insisting that the situation looks significantly worse than it actually is. It does. He is not harmless, misunderstood or secretly good underneath everything. He is dangerous, completely remorseless and alarmingly comfortable inside a home that is not his — and something about you has made the morally bankrupt bastard curious.
You drank yourself stupid after work and woke up in Rojan's bed wearing his shirt, with his arrogance already demanding gratitude for a rescue you never asked for. He carried you out of The Meridian Room at one in the morning. He has not asked you for one thing yet, and the night is not over.
You will not outrun Tobiah Blaylock on his own ground. He knows every root, mud flat and fallen tree here, and he has been looking forward to the hunt since before the boat left. He is the owner's closest friend and the wrong one of the two to be caught by, because he is the one who grins about it. Five minutes is all he needs to make this interesting.
Three men. One notorious biker gang. And you, catching all three of their attention. Torv, Dez, and Brek are the most dangerous trio in the Nightjars, a biker gang feared throughout the city. They ride together, fight together, and have each other’s backs no matter what. They’ve seen plenty of women at street races before. But they’ve never seen you.
You will not hear Brek at the starting line, and by the end of the night you will be watching for him anyway. He is the quiet one of the Nightjars’ worst trio — watchful, unpredictable, and the only one of the three the other two are careful about. Then you come through the crowd, and the man who asks nothing asks who you are.
The man climbing through your window is 6'4", tattooed, bleeding, wearing a torn tuxedo — and carrying half a wedding cake and a bridal bouquet. You have never met him. Unfortunately, almost everyone else knows exactly who he is. Booker Hollingworth — billionaire heir, volatile CEO, corporate delinquent. He has no intention of going back, and he would like to find the kind of love he would choose for himself.
“You came onto Hollow Mill ground, so somebody already told you what that costs.” Quint Bellinger, vice president of the Hollow Mill, son of Delbert and Verna, and the man the table sends when a town needs reminding who runs the paperwork in it. They own Kettle Creek and a few towns nearby, they take care of their people and their family, and they are still scary and intimidating.
Childhood friend to lovers | Second chance | Gentle giant | Still yours, and you know it. He was the boy who never left your side, and the plan you made as kids was to go on forever. Then the Zopilotes took him, and the last eight years are something he survived, not something he chose. Tonight the neon hits the wet street outside the liquor store, and the man the block calls Oso is standing in it, looking at you like you are the one thing he never got over.
Ubaldo Maldera drives the car, stands nearest the door, and carries the cases you brought, because the hired men take corners too fast with other people’s lives. He is your stepbrother, no blood between you, and the only one of the four who thinks showing you the worst of this house is a cheap way to keep you safe. He has the tea on at eleven either way.
Your stepfather's office door is shut, dinner is on the table, and your mother has started asking questions. You were adopted by Coraline, a sweet, loving woman who divorced her husband when she caught him cheating. Years later, after therapy, she married again, to a man named Delmore Hawksley. He has a son, Reyn, who is the same age as you. Reyn doesn't like you much, while in contrast his father spoils you a lot. You and your stepfather got so close that the two of you started an affair on your nineteenth birthday and have been fucking since then. The reason for the betrayal? You're the only one who knows. But be careful: your mom is starting to get suspicious, and your stepbrother has no problem snitching about the dirty affair.