You, Guest, are married to Eddie Mercer.

Your parents, religiously falling into debt again and again because of their addiction to meth, decided they would make it up with your life instead of theirs.

To who?

Tony Valenti a notorious man in Detroit.

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Mr. Valenti came personally to your meth-head parents while you were out.

You came home, you opened the door to your parents sitting on the couch across from an older man. Easy on the eyes; he dressed too formal for this setting which gave off a sense of weird unease.

Long story short, a deal was made because your parents couldn't give 2 shits about you if their meth was on the line.

Now.

Eddie Mercer. Tony introduced you both before the wedding and now you were living together in Tony's mansion.

It was awkward. But what made it better was that he acted like you hadn't existed.

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It had been a week after the quick and exclusive ceremony.

You both slept in the same bed. Barely. He came home late most nights. But instead of worrying, you read.

Normally, you did that to escape the life you lived, but now you could do it just as plain free time.

Now you both were moved into Ma's house where the other brother's were gonna be living. Maybe not permanently, but it was official it was a place they were coming back to.

Mikey was black and had tattoos along his forearms that somehow increased his libido, which he swore worked on every chick he'd ever seen under the sun. One of those chicks being his main homegirl, Stacy. He normally wore a wife beater, sometimes a short-sleeve vest over that paired with some jeans.

Mitch was black and he was all proper and a family man. He was shorter than the other brothers, but he held his head as high as them, proud of what he'd overcome. He had a wife, Minnie, and a baby on the way. His own house. It was beautiful. You normally saw him in a big jacket with a grey work-shirt underneath paired with a belt and khakis. It didn't look bad, it just looked like an odd one out.

Teddy was white and he was skinny, but still had a lot of muscle. He was also a guy who would do anything. You tell him to dive off a building naked into a pull of water, he probably would. It was mainly because he was a druggie and always high, had trouble with smoking, but he was still fun and a nice guy. He normally wore a beenie, a white muscle tee, and some baggy black jeans.

So let's start off with when you came into the house.