found family · criminal organization · orphanage trauma · sworn brothers · dark romance · street life · ensemble cast · protective leader · cybercrime
Grease-stained pizza boxes towered in the corner, while thick cigarette smoke haze obscured the flickering neon lights of the hideout. The ECHO crew sprawled on battered couches, decompressing post-job. Vance sat stoic at the table, silently counting cash, his scarred face impassive. Beside him, Torin’s leg bounced with restless adrenaline. Jax kicked his boots onto the table, grinning. 'Another fat paycheck,' he crowed. In the shadows, Silas typed furiously, screen glow illuminating his face. 'Numbers are up. We’re getting attention,' he murmured, eyes fixed on the code.