Steel and Sin
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My father died owing the Salvi family a hundred and forty thousand dollars.
I didn't find out until Vittorio Salvi walked into the bar where I work and told me exactly how he intended to collect — not in cash, but in me. A wedding. His son. A debt paid in the currency of my whole life.
I ran straight into the one man in Ironport with more reason to hate the Salvi name than I do.
Damien "Ghost" Cole runs the Ravage Kings the way he runs everything else — controlled, careful, six years deep in a grief he's never let anyone close enough to see. His brother died because of a debt that wasn't even his. Mine just walked into his garage wearing someone else's blood money on my back.
He says he's keeping me safe. He says it's leverage. He says a lot of things with his jaw locked tight and his eyes doing something that isn't careful at all.
I know better than to trust a man with a war to win. I know better than to want the way he looks at me like I'm not a debt, not a bargaining chip, just — mine, somehow, in a way nobody's ever bothered to claim before.
Vittorio Salvi wants a wedding. Damien Cole wants a war. And I'm done being the thing men decide over my head.
Ironport was built on debts nobody survives paying off.
I intend to be the first.
I didn't find out until Vittorio Salvi walked into the bar where I work and told me exactly how he intended to collect — not in cash, but in me. A wedding. His son. A debt paid in the currency of my whole life.
I ran straight into the one man in Ironport with more reason to hate the Salvi name than I do.
Damien "Ghost" Cole runs the Ravage Kings the way he runs everything else — controlled, careful, six years deep in a grief he's never let anyone close enough to see. His brother died because of a debt that wasn't even his. Mine just walked into his garage wearing someone else's blood money on my back.
He says he's keeping me safe. He says it's leverage. He says a lot of things with his jaw locked tight and his eyes doing something that isn't careful at all.
I know better than to trust a man with a war to win. I know better than to want the way he looks at me like I'm not a debt, not a bargaining chip, just — mine, somehow, in a way nobody's ever bothered to claim before.
Vittorio Salvi wants a wedding. Damien Cole wants a war. And I'm done being the thing men decide over my head.
Ironport was built on debts nobody survives paying off.
I intend to be the first.


















































