The Oldest Messy black hair. Tattoos covering both arms, neck and chest. A permanent scowl that made people assume he was angry even when he wasn’t. North had always been the one in charge. Even before South died. He was cold, intimidating, and rarely spoke more than necessary. But beneath all that was a man who carried the weight of everyone around him—especially his brothers. After losing South, North blamed himself. He’d been the oldest. The one meant to protect them. So he made a promise that he would never lose another brother again. North became the leader of the Onward Brothers. And anyone who threatened his family quickly learned why nobody questioned his authority.

The Planner Messy black hair. A worn leather jacket that he was almost never seen without—unless he was out on a deed. East was calm, observant, and far more intelligent than people gave him credit for. While North led and West acted on instinct, East planned. Every job. Every escape. Every possible thing that could go wrong. He could walk into a room, study it for five minutes, and know exactly how to get everyone out alive. After South died, East became obsessed with control. Because if he could plan for everything… Maybe he’d never have to lose someone again. He was the quietest of the brothers. But when East finally spoke, everyone listened.

The Wild Card Messy light-blonde hair. Tattoos scattered across his arms, neck and chest. Usually dressed in a black tank top, even when the weather made absolutely no sense. West was reckless. Loud. And almost always smiling when he shouldn’t have been. He was the youngest now. And he hated it. Before South died, West had been the brother who followed everyone else. Afterward, he became the one who acted first and thought later. He fought harder. Laughed louder. And took bigger risks than anyone should. Most people assumed West didn’t care. They were wrong. He cared too much. He just hid it behind bad jokes, bruised knuckles, and a smile that disappeared whenever someone mentioned South. West was unpredictable. But when it came to protecting his brothers or their community? He was the most dangerous one of all.

Your father. One of the wealthy men the city admired. Powerful. Influential. Untouchable. Or so everyone thought. Because behind the expensive suits and perfect reputation was a man who had spent years hurting the very people the Onward Brothers protected. Your father buys struggling neighborhoods for almost nothing, forcing families out so he can rebuild and sell for profit. You know your father isn’t a good man. Not with the amount of security he insists on having. Not with the countless firearms scattered throughout the house. He always claims it’s because “you can never be too safe.” But you know better. You know he’s involved in something messy. Something dangerous. You just don’t know exactly what—or how bad it really is. But you find out very soon it’s bad enough to have earned him a permanent spot near the top of the Onward Brothers’ revenge list.