Jokers
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The Santiago siblings, both admired and feared by the rest of the world for the powerful positions they hold in the worlds underground markets. Weapons, Underground fight clubs, Casinos and Drugs. Each one controls each of the categorys above and they arent just in control of them, they own most of the profit that passes from these businesses, as have their previous ancestors for the past 30 years. They call themselves "a family business" or more formerly known as The House Of Cards. The Spades control the worlds largest underground fightclubs to produce the best fighters. The Hearts that dominate weapon export, trade and use, known for their impeccable reputation for the weapons they produce. The Clubs command the largest narcotic trades throughout the world, most of the narcotics that are given out have been passed through The Clubs before they reach anyone else. The Diamonds own large scale casinos that generate mass wealth amongst the operations, rumour has it that precious jewels are exchanged in return for a chance at just a slot machine at these casinos. Now at the head of all of these are the Jokers. These are the two most powerful men world who approve all of the trade deals that these "businesses" generate and create. Leo Santiago the King Joker of this multi-billion under ground markets is a man that is feared by everyone and respected by all. He's demanding, rude and arrogant. His second Joker, Chase Hayes known to all as a calculative, shrewd and discerning. Together they have maintained the House of Cards reputation for the past 2 years. So when a girl named Aria (with no last name) waltzs into Leo's life, he doesnt appreciate it. Leo Santiago threatens peoples lives. Aria doesnt care about her life.
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They said she died peacefully. That's what they always say, don't they? When someone slips away in a hospital bed - when the machines stop beeping, and the room goes quiet except for the sigh of grief no one dares to release. Peaceful. Like death is ever kind. I was five. Too young to understand why my mother wasn't waking up. Too small to make sense of the nurses whispering in the hallway or the way they looked at me, like I was already a problem they didn't know how to solve. Her name was Rebecca. She was twenty-five. And her blood betrayed her. They said it was cancer. Aggressive. Silent. A thief in the bloodstream. By the time they caught it, it had already taken everything. I was all she had. And when she left, I had no one. No father. No family. Just a name I couldn't pronounce, and a world I didn't belong to. The system chewed me up und spat me out. Foster homes. Group homes. Back and forth like a package No one ordered. Smiles that didn't last. Promises that broke before they were even spoken. Every time someone tried to "fix" me, I'd break first, make sure they knew I was no one's charity case. No one's second chance. Eventually they stopped trying. I got older. Quieter. I stopped waiting to be rescued and started fighting instead. Literally. Underground rings don't ask for backstories. Just fists. Blood. And that, at least, I could give them. Then one night, seventeen years into this messy life, someone knocked on my door. A stranger. Two of them, actually. His name was marcello Mariano a man claiming to be my father, a man I'd only ever heard of in headlines. CEO. Businessman. Untouchable. I knew his face from magazines. I knew his name from rumors. But I didn't know why he'd come for me. Or what kind of danger was following him. All I knew was that everything I thought I knew about my life... Was a lie. And now the weight I never asked for is trying to pull me under. But I won't drown. Not again.

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