Cillian Byrne photographed a building on Imlay Street on a Thursday afternoon. Ninety minutes, exterior shots, beautiful 1930s brickwork. He didn't know what was inside it. He does now, or enough of it to understand why two men in good coats are waiting for him on a quiet Red Hook street on a Tuesday night.He doesn't run. He's his father's son — he reads the geometry of situations before they complete themselves, and this one is Italian, disciplined, and making no attempt to be vio...

Marco Vasquez has spent thirty years learning exactly what he is worth to his father — not as a son, but as a resource. A thing to be positioned. A variable in someone else's equation. He has always known the reckoning was coming. He just didn't know it would arrive in the form of a contract signed without his consent, binding him in marriage to the most controlled and most dangerous man in the Chicago underworld.Dante Conti didn't ask for a husband either. He asked for a political...