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Blood Debt Homecoming

You left the Moratti name behind three years ago with nothing but a burner phone and a one-way ticket. Now the iron gates of the Chicago compound are closing behind your car, Rocco Moratti is standing on the front steps in a charcoal suit like he never doubted you would come back, and somewhere inside this fortress, someone is already deciding how to use you. The 72-hour clock on a rival syndicate's ultimatum started ticking the moment your name hit the guest log — and every person in this house has a different reason to make sure you never leave again.