The next chapter will be from Queenie and Joker's POV. It is the start of book two called—the Queen's Joker. It's going to be fun
Five years earlier.QueenieHere I am, starting this mission like any other. This was my last mission as a rookie. I have to prove my worth to this family and the Deck. That didn't mean I could understand why my stomach was in knots and I wanted to puke. Whatever is about to happen, Mother would have arranged for it to test every limitation I have. Since I am a woman, there is this added layer of pressure compared to my brothers.With that in mind, I walk towards the door to exit the building. I inhale before exhaling all the stress I am feeling. I see Joker standing there with his go-bag when I reach the doors. He lights up a cigarette while giving me a grin that adds a layer of knots to my stomach. The man does something to my nervous system that I cannot even begin to describe. His icy blue eyes were so light they almost looked white. Everything about him and his look screamed danger, and I desperately wanted that danger.“Queen.” His gruff voice hits my ears, and I am completely p
Five years earlier...**Trigger warnings ahead of mentions of sexual abuse, sexual assault, physical and mental abuse**JokerI wake up still fighting invisible forces. My head throbs worse than any hangover could, but all I know is that I have to get to Queenie. Her voice screaming out in fright still rang in my ears, and I could do nothing to stop it. My eyes dart around the room, looking for a way out. I could not break the restraints that held my arms prisoner, to my dismay. I can hear them creaking, and I know that at some point, they will give way. This gives me motivation. As much as my body aches, I pull myself up before I let myself drop back down. Fuck, it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but I knew it would break.The large tv turns on in front of me, surprising me and throwing me off balance. Regina was staring at me with a look of victory already written on her face. A sense of calm runs throughout my body. This is just a training mission. I must endure whatever she thinks wil
Queenie**Trigger warnings ahead - Sexual Assault, loss of fertility. Unsure of how long I have been here, my whole body hurt. They swelled my right eye shut, and my left was burning from a cut in my eyebrow. I'm pretty sure my arms are out of socket, but I might as well not dwell on that. I doubt there was a spot on me that was unmarked. At some point, I stopped fighting everything. I would close my eyes and picture the one person I wanted. Every masked man was Joker. At some point, it would start bringing me pleasure rather than pain.This ended up working to my advantage. They didn’t enjoy me finding pleasure in their torture. That thought made me smile, and my dry, cracked lips bleed. I hope they will let me go, or at least kill me. I would be thankful for death and embrace it like my friend. I no longer have the will to fight any longer.I hope my brothers and Joker kill Mother and these men for this. It was hard to fathom that a mother could do this to their child. There was no
Three years later.QueenieMissions with Joker were always difficult for me. It had been three years since he rescued me and helped me. We agreed to never talk about that time ever again. I decided to do this in silence, neither needing to say it out loud.He was the only one to know my shame, was the only one to see me in such a state. My blood-soaked vigilante looked like the angel of death coming to rescue me. I touch myself to that thought often.This mission was to get information from a member of the Senate. I have slowly laid my groundwork for the past week, and he is completely smitten with me. He was middle-aged, fit, and, of course, married. His wife also signed a prenup, so he cannot get a dime unless he cheats on her. We rarely end up getting a mission that coronates with another.Otherwise, this would be a Dimond’s card play. Both cards got played. Usually, I would send one of my agents in, but the information needed. The Jack of Diamonds got played, so someone equal to h
I sit and wait until my Queen finishes gathering the files we need. The one pump chump is sleeping on the couch. I watch her exit the room with a thumb drive in hand. She was so incredibly sexy and looked sexually frustrated. Her sexy mouth is pinching together, which makes me want to run my thumb over them. As she sorts herself out, I collect my things. I open the blacked-out car, waiting for her on the street below.As I watched her exit the building, my Queen sobbed as she carried herself across the street. The sight makes me want to run to get her, to help her into the car. However, I know that would only piss her off further. When she opens the door, she practically falls into the leather seat. Mascara is running down her face, with tears choking her. The only time that I want to see her like this would be if she were gagging on my cock. That thought gets me hard, wanting to lick her tears away.“Was he that bad?” I try to lighten the mood, not knowing how to improve this situati
QueenieDesk duty, training and recruiting was now my life. My brothers were all supportive of me stepping back from fieldwork. I think they were all a little relieved, nothing like watching or hearing about your sister having sex with marks. Not that any of them would slut shame me, of course.I wasn’t sure if I would enjoy desk duty, but I love it. More or less, I get to help organize missions and helping coordinate people. It thrilled Ace about that aspect took some of the pressure off him. The man thought he had to shoulder all the Deck’s burdens on his shoulders. We all were capable. He doesn’t enjoy ordering us around unless he has to.I didn’t play with Barbies when I was little. Mother wouldn’t have allowed that. Instead, we would run strategies with army men. She had members of cartels, the mafia, military generals, and officials who owed her favors, and taught us everything. She created her own personal army generals with her children.We were the clay, and she molded us to
Queenie Packing for a mission that I don’t want to be on in the first place is putting me in a piss poor mood. I went to the gym and beat the ever-living shit out of a punching bag, picturing the crying bitches face. The faceless woman was the least of my problems, but right now, she was the easiest person to be pissed off at. Was she everything I wasn’t? I bet she was soft where she needed to be and had big doe eyes that could cry so pretty. If I figured Joker out, he would need someone who would be soft and listen to everything he said or wanted. Yeah, I know that’s never going to be me. Maybe that’s part of my problem is that I know exactly what I want. Or at least I think I do. Someone to take charge of me in the bedroom. Someone that can blow my mind by shutting the damn thing off. I cannot seem to focus enough on my pleasure. My mind is always getting away from me. It might be time to face facts and realize that the toys that line my closet will be the closest thing to a rel
JokerNowI walk after Queen, trying to have this out here rather than in her apartments. What can I do to get her to squish this between us? I almost lost her all those years ago. I cannot do that again. I have to bite my fist as I walk behind her. Her ass looks amazing in those pants. Whoever invented yoga pants was in my good graces. The blood that stains them makes it that much hotter. After watching her kill Randall I didn't think I could want her more. However, I am so very wrong in that thought. This speed she maintains while walking, as I try to get her to listen to reason. She is so stubborn and I get that I fucked up but can't we just move past this? “Queen, can we just put this to bed?”My beautiful Queen turns around, glaring at me; she raises her pointer finger at me. I honestly think she might stab me if she had a knife. Instead of stabbing me, she jabs her pointer finger at me, poking me in the chest. She was a sexy, vengeful goddess, her face splattered with blood. He
JokerHer pussy is delicious as I continue to lap and suck. She leans forward, and my concentration gets broken for a second. I lock back in, and I pull her clit is now in my mouth. Which gives me access to let my fingers join the fun. She is wet enough as I tease two fingers around her hole. Not giving her any warning, I shove them both inside of her while sucking on her clit. I have wanted to do this for so long that I am making every second I have with her count. If I never get to do this again, this will have to live on in my head for the rest of my life. All the sounds she is making are music to my ears and makes me never want to stop. I feel her tighten around my fingers. I know her body inside and out, and I'm determined to show her that nobody can make her feel what I can. All the mental notes that I have made over the years from watching her are paying off. Finally, it's my turn to play. However, nothing could have prepared me for how good her mouth would feel. She swallows
Queenie Joker opens my door for exactly ten minutes. He is efficient, and even though that normally would please me. I pour another drink, hoping the burn of the bourbon will calm me down. The first one has done nothing to calm the rage I feel. The asshole moves closer to me, and that damn mark on his neck taunts me once more. It taunts me as I think of all the reasons she must be better than me. I grip my glass tight, and before I know it, I let my anger win as I launch it at his head. Joker’s quick reflexes kick in, and he ducks out of the way, and the glass connects to the wall, shattering. He knows what I am annoyed with and scoffs. “Seriously? How often have I had to see you get fucked or even hear it?” He moves so I am in his sight, and I can’t believe he is starting this conversation. I figured he would want to tiptoe around it like he normally does. He is the expert at dodging complicated issues with us. “That’s different, and you know it! I didn’t want to be with any of t
JokerNowI walk after Queen, trying to have this out here rather than in her apartments. What can I do to get her to squish this between us? I almost lost her all those years ago. I cannot do that again. I have to bite my fist as I walk behind her. Her ass looks amazing in those pants. Whoever invented yoga pants was in my good graces. The blood that stains them makes it that much hotter. After watching her kill Randall I didn't think I could want her more. However, I am so very wrong in that thought. This speed she maintains while walking, as I try to get her to listen to reason. She is so stubborn and I get that I fucked up but can't we just move past this? “Queen, can we just put this to bed?”My beautiful Queen turns around, glaring at me; she raises her pointer finger at me. I honestly think she might stab me if she had a knife. Instead of stabbing me, she jabs her pointer finger at me, poking me in the chest. She was a sexy, vengeful goddess, her face splattered with blood. He
Queenie Packing for a mission that I don’t want to be on in the first place is putting me in a piss poor mood. I went to the gym and beat the ever-living shit out of a punching bag, picturing the crying bitches face. The faceless woman was the least of my problems, but right now, she was the easiest person to be pissed off at. Was she everything I wasn’t? I bet she was soft where she needed to be and had big doe eyes that could cry so pretty. If I figured Joker out, he would need someone who would be soft and listen to everything he said or wanted. Yeah, I know that’s never going to be me. Maybe that’s part of my problem is that I know exactly what I want. Or at least I think I do. Someone to take charge of me in the bedroom. Someone that can blow my mind by shutting the damn thing off. I cannot seem to focus enough on my pleasure. My mind is always getting away from me. It might be time to face facts and realize that the toys that line my closet will be the closest thing to a rel
QueenieDesk duty, training and recruiting was now my life. My brothers were all supportive of me stepping back from fieldwork. I think they were all a little relieved, nothing like watching or hearing about your sister having sex with marks. Not that any of them would slut shame me, of course.I wasn’t sure if I would enjoy desk duty, but I love it. More or less, I get to help organize missions and helping coordinate people. It thrilled Ace about that aspect took some of the pressure off him. The man thought he had to shoulder all the Deck’s burdens on his shoulders. We all were capable. He doesn’t enjoy ordering us around unless he has to.I didn’t play with Barbies when I was little. Mother wouldn’t have allowed that. Instead, we would run strategies with army men. She had members of cartels, the mafia, military generals, and officials who owed her favors, and taught us everything. She created her own personal army generals with her children.We were the clay, and she molded us to
I sit and wait until my Queen finishes gathering the files we need. The one pump chump is sleeping on the couch. I watch her exit the room with a thumb drive in hand. She was so incredibly sexy and looked sexually frustrated. Her sexy mouth is pinching together, which makes me want to run my thumb over them. As she sorts herself out, I collect my things. I open the blacked-out car, waiting for her on the street below.As I watched her exit the building, my Queen sobbed as she carried herself across the street. The sight makes me want to run to get her, to help her into the car. However, I know that would only piss her off further. When she opens the door, she practically falls into the leather seat. Mascara is running down her face, with tears choking her. The only time that I want to see her like this would be if she were gagging on my cock. That thought gets me hard, wanting to lick her tears away.“Was he that bad?” I try to lighten the mood, not knowing how to improve this situati
Three years later.QueenieMissions with Joker were always difficult for me. It had been three years since he rescued me and helped me. We agreed to never talk about that time ever again. I decided to do this in silence, neither needing to say it out loud.He was the only one to know my shame, was the only one to see me in such a state. My blood-soaked vigilante looked like the angel of death coming to rescue me. I touch myself to that thought often.This mission was to get information from a member of the Senate. I have slowly laid my groundwork for the past week, and he is completely smitten with me. He was middle-aged, fit, and, of course, married. His wife also signed a prenup, so he cannot get a dime unless he cheats on her. We rarely end up getting a mission that coronates with another.Otherwise, this would be a Dimond’s card play. Both cards got played. Usually, I would send one of my agents in, but the information needed. The Jack of Diamonds got played, so someone equal to h
Queenie**Trigger warnings ahead - Sexual Assault, loss of fertility. Unsure of how long I have been here, my whole body hurt. They swelled my right eye shut, and my left was burning from a cut in my eyebrow. I'm pretty sure my arms are out of socket, but I might as well not dwell on that. I doubt there was a spot on me that was unmarked. At some point, I stopped fighting everything. I would close my eyes and picture the one person I wanted. Every masked man was Joker. At some point, it would start bringing me pleasure rather than pain.This ended up working to my advantage. They didn’t enjoy me finding pleasure in their torture. That thought made me smile, and my dry, cracked lips bleed. I hope they will let me go, or at least kill me. I would be thankful for death and embrace it like my friend. I no longer have the will to fight any longer.I hope my brothers and Joker kill Mother and these men for this. It was hard to fathom that a mother could do this to their child. There was no
Five years earlier...**Trigger warnings ahead of mentions of sexual abuse, sexual assault, physical and mental abuse**JokerI wake up still fighting invisible forces. My head throbs worse than any hangover could, but all I know is that I have to get to Queenie. Her voice screaming out in fright still rang in my ears, and I could do nothing to stop it. My eyes dart around the room, looking for a way out. I could not break the restraints that held my arms prisoner, to my dismay. I can hear them creaking, and I know that at some point, they will give way. This gives me motivation. As much as my body aches, I pull myself up before I let myself drop back down. Fuck, it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but I knew it would break.The large tv turns on in front of me, surprising me and throwing me off balance. Regina was staring at me with a look of victory already written on her face. A sense of calm runs throughout my body. This is just a training mission. I must endure whatever she thinks wil