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Tess
Pulling up to the rod-iron black gates of the Deck Fortress, I feel like I am slowly pulling up to my version of hell on earth. Hi Satan, how are you today? The thought enters my mind causing me to smile despite the onslaught of panic and anxiety. Instead of Satan being a big red guy with horns and pointy fork, my Satan has exquisite looks, dark blue eyes, and a killer smile. Pretty positive torturing souls is what they have in common, though, and now I come back to him with more to lose than before.
Yet here I am, hoping that Satan lets me enter hell. Things have changed over the years, but the intimidation I feel is the same. After taking a deep breath, I mentally run through my plan again. Step one is to get here safely; step two is to gain entry, and that’s all I have so far. Other than begging the man I once was madly in love with to save our daughter.
I packed up so quickly to get here, only grabbing the essentials and any important documents linking us to our life. I glanced back at the back seat and saw my sweet daughter snoring softly with a lap full of stuffed animals. Her favorite one is a unicorn named Macaroni, acting as her pillow for the journey back.
I take a deep breath remembering why I am here, and that reason is drooling onto Macaroni with her dark brown, almost black hair falling into her face. It makes my heart ache how much she looks like her father. Yet I sit here feeling like I am going to puke as I take a deep breath and wipe my sweaty palms off on my jeans. My less sweaty but shaking hand reaches out to push the intercom button at the gates.
“May I help you?” The gruff voice on the other end asked.
I pull out the Ace of Spades and hold it up to the camera and say the words that almost punch a hole in my chest. “I need to speak with Ace. Tell him it’s Tess. It’s a matter of life and death.” Knowing that the person on the other end was probably rolling his eyes at my words.
Surprisingly, instead of the battle I was expecting, he spoke carefully, “As in The Tess? Tess Williams?” Like that, I felt like my stomach was dropping into my gut.
“Umm, yes, that is me. I mean, correct?” Internally groaning at how smooth that just came out of my mouth, sounding like a complete loon. The gates opened, and he said someone would meet me at the front to park my car. I drove down the lane lined with ancient trees that looked like they had been here since the beginning of creation. I caught sight of the impressive fortress ahead, smiling at myself, knowing that Ace was more than likely running this place with ease. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was married to her yet and how much my being here was probably going to cause a rift in their happy life. The life that I once thought we would end up having together. The thought makes me wipe my cheek at a lone tear that escaped. Fuck! I thought I had shoved all my emotions for him down deep before starting this journey. I should have known better, though, and nothing ever seems to want to uproot those feelings for him that I desperately wished would disappear.
I couldn’t help the tears in my eyes at the thought of seeing them together in person. Seeing the pictures Ace’s mother gave me years ago was bad enough. No time can erase that type of pain and embarrassment. Deep breath Tess, I said to myself, you can do this.
Climbing inside Ace’s bedroom, I took a deep breath to gather my nerves. I knew he would be home from training tonight, so I decided to come and surprise him. When I got inside, my breath caught in my chest when I caught sight of the elegant lady sitting next to the bookshelf, Regina Cress herself spoke coldly. “I wondered how long it would be until you showed up here.” The woman that Ace has been trying so hard to keep me from meeting her. He was always vague about why he didn't want me to meet her, but his warnings were enough to have me on guard. You could tell she was his mother, with dark hair with slightly greying, dark blue eyes, high cheekbones wearing a black power suit.
“This isn’t how I pictured us meeting, but I am-” I started to say, trying to the polite approach before anything else could be said.
“I know who you are, you foolish girl. Tess Williams, 18 years old. Your father died in an automobile accident, causing your mother to become a drunkard, drug-addicted whore. I might add that her pimp boyfriend, Daryl has his sights set on you. So yes, I know exactly who you are. I also know what you purchased at the drugstore yesterday.”
My eyes widened at that. I didn’t want Ace to learn about the baby through his mother. I wasn’t sure how he would take the news. We haven’t talked about children, marriage, yes, but children weren’t something we brought up. Probably because we were so young and there was so much time to talk about that. We talked about getting me on some form of birth control soon. That was a conversation that happened too late, according to the test.
“I have eyes everywhere, girl, despite what my children may think. I thought you would be a passing infatuation, but Ace wants his little pet.” She said as if I was almost a different species than human like I was something less. Yep, I was bug status. “However, you have become a bigger problem. Ace is getting married to Claire McGraw, and she has decided to move in before the wedding.”
I shook my head, “that can’t be right. Surely he meant to break things off with her if he was engaged?”
She closed her eyes and snorted. “The most you were ever going be was a mistress. I told my son before he left that he had to break things off before Claire moved in. Since it was the right thing to do.” She smiled coldly at me. “Do you know what he told me?”
I shook my head no, and my heart suddenly felt heavy. “He said to wait till you showed up and burn the treehouse.” I look behind me and see it going up in flames as we speak. “Then, present you with two options. I kindly made it three, given the new circumstances. Option one, you take that duffle bag,” she gestured to the two duffle bags by the window. They were even labeled option one and option three. “Inside, you will find documents to start a new life and enough cash to fund it. Option two, hand you over to Daryl to get strung out enough to get addicted, then become your mother, the apple not falling too far from the tree. And the third option that I came up with. Another new identity, an appointment card to cut that bastard out of your belly, and enough cash to start over. Whichever you choose, it makes no difference. Hell, take them both and decide on the way.”
“I want to hear this from Ace. I need to hear it from him.” I said in an attempt to sound braver than what I was feeling.
She stood, walking over to me before raising her hand and striking me across the face. “Wake up, little girl!” I quickly raise my hand to my cheek to help the sting. She thrusts a file at me before yelling, “this is what your ‘love’ has been doing on his so-called mission! It isn’t a mission at all. The Ace of Spades was NOT played.”
I held the file in my shaking hands, not believing this was happening. “OPEN IT!” She shouts at me before turning and walking away. “You have 10 minutes to decide before I send someone in with handcuffs to start the process for Daryl.”
No choice but to open the file, I see Ace lying in bed with a blonde bombshell with her head on his bare chest. The following photo was her straddling his naked hips and crying in pleasure. Unfortunately, there were more, and all the pictures' time-stamp was from last night at 11:45 PM. I barely make it to the bathroom before throwing up the contents of my stomach.
I rub my belly, reassuring the baby that they were not a mistake. Stuffing the file in one of the duffle bags, I take them both and make quick work of the window before writing ‘Goodbye’ on the window. The condensation appeared from leaving the window open in the winter. I closed the window and walked to the woods. Tears blur my vision as I watch our treehouse burn to the ground. My heart fell apart watching every piece fall before the whole tree caught. Digging up my emergency box, I hid in the woods and then determined I walk toward town. Promising myself I would never let myself feel this pain again, and ready to start a new life.
I shake off the memory as I park in front of the fortress, mentally unprepared for the battle ahead. I pull a sleeping Winnie out of her car seat, holding her close, trying to keep her sleeping. I turn around and suddenly am face to face with a pair of dark blue eyes trained on mine.
The years have been kind to him, and his dark, almost black hair was longer than it used to be, making him look rugged. He could stand to use a shave, but if anything, it just makes him look much more attractive, if that was even possible. He doesn’t stop when he gets in front of me, pulling my face between his palms like he is reassuring it is indeed me. “It is you. Where have you been?”
2.5 Years EarlierAceKing continued to watch me, and I could tell he was wondering about my next move as we watched the security footage together. Then, like clockwork, the sun started to set, and she was, sneaking through the woods. Her long dark blonde hair was pulled up in a messy bun. I knew it was wavy from other footage and preferred when she left it down. I watched her climb the ladder to our childhood tree fort that we used to get away from the Deck Fortress as children. The place our parents would let us have a small taste of freedom within reason. "What did you leave up there this time?" He asked curiously, raising one dark eyebrow while leaning back into his chair. King was the most muscular of us all. He kept his dark black hair long at the top and short at the sides, as with all of our siblings, and he had dark blue eyes.Every day I started to leave something new up there for her to keep and help make her comfortable because, according to the security footage we had, s
3.Ace3 Months laterGrowing up with my parents was hell until you wrapped your head around their methods of madness. It indeed was madness. When we were six, we all had to get a pet to take care of; mine was a black husky. A year and a half later, I was made to kill Frankie; they threatened the one thing I loved more. My siblings. I knew what they were capable of. We have been isolated, beaten, and starved all before age 10. The teen years were spent teaching us how to maximize pain in others and mastering combat and weapons.They used the love we had for each other to motivate us. If we refused, they would make us watch as they hurt the sibling closest to us. My case was King. We would do anything to prevent each other from being harmed. We were bred to be unfeeling, yet it created a bond between us.When Tess entered my life, she turned into a bright spot—becoming my addiction. I wasn’t sure how l could keep her hidden from my mother. She was something that I was unwilling to part
4TessNowI snapped my eyes back to meet Ace’s hardened gaze; his eyes communicated many emotions I couldn’t place. I broke eye contact to look down at why I was there as I looked down at my daughter opening her sleepy eyes and blinking at me. Ace followed my gaze and looked like he got punched in the gut.Suddenly Winnie’s eyes open, and she shoots up excitedly, seeing Ace, “Daddy!” she exclaims, jumping towards him. I closed my eyes and internally groaned out loud. I hoped she would stay asleep until I got to speak to Ace about everything and the Winnie of it all.I pray that he will not break her heart and burst this illusion she built in her head of her father. Of course, I didn’t help, probably because I wanted her always to feel like she was wanted and loved. To believe that her father wasn’t in her life because of choice but because he ‘had’ to be. Was that probably terrible and unhealthy? Yes; however, I thought I had a lifetime before I had to tell her the whole truth. I did
5AceRage overwhelms me as I knock my papers and computer monitors onto the floor. My hands were shaking. I couldn’t remember the last time my hands even trembled a little, let alone full-on shakes. I pour a bourbon straight up and don’t even feel it as I drain the glass. Then realized that if she was my daughter, I didn’t want to meet her after drowning my rage in a glass. I launch the glass against the wall, and when it connects and shatters into shards on the floor, the door opens, and King walks in.“Quite the reunion?” I glare in his direction, which is the only response he gets from me. “Queenie got the kid's sample without her knowledge, by the way.”“I want the results within the hour,” I state, pointing at him becoming louder than I meant to. The rage I felt was boiling under the surface; I was barely holding it together. I was supposed to be the level-headed one or at least one of them. Honestly, I feel as unpredictable as Joker right now, and that’s not a good thing.“It w
Tess6Being in a place you were once so familiar with that you couldn’t even recognize from all the changes makes me both sad and relieved. The floor we got put on doesn’t seem like anyone lives here. Not that I have been exploring too much, though people have been cleaning and moving many boxes in. I found a tv and put on a puppy dog show for Winnie. I usually didn’t let her watch too much tv, but desperate times call for desperate measures.I was mentally making a list of things I would need to keep Winnie occupied while we stayed here. I left in a hurry, not wanting to let anyone know there was a plan to leave. Two duffel bags and a backpack were about all I let us take with us. God only knows what I packed being in such a panic.I must have dozed off when I woke up; I didn’t see Winnie anywhere. Feeling my heart rate speed up and drop down to my stomach, I panic, shouting, “Winter! Winter, where are you?” I run out of the room, frantically scanning around, looking for signs of he
7.AceI wasn’t used to having to wait; I wanted to immediately run out of the room and talk to my siblings. I didn’t want to leave Winnie without saying goodnight. Fuck, I have a cute kid. I know Tess and I have many things to cover, but I feel there is much more to the story that we both don’t know. We must focus on the threat and then get my family in order. They were never going to be taken from me ever again.I texted the team when I read Winnie her book to tell them I had news. Now I walk down the halls of the Deck Fortress with purpose. I am dreading the extermination. We tried almost three years ago and failed. I didn’t think this was how that bitch would come after us. I figured we would have more time before she got enough resources to come after us. Hell, maybe she didn’t think Tess would return, or maybe that’s exactly her plan.I worry about Queenie’s headspace after I tell her whom we are going after. It took us so long to get her back, I was dreading losing her, but I w
Tess8I wake up to Ace gently whispering my name, “Tess.” Blinking open my eyes, trying to focus with the bedside lamp on. “Sorry, it cannot wait.”“Make coffee?” I said, looking at the alarm clock reading 12:34 AM.He chuckles and nods “some things never change.” I close my eyes and flip him off, hearing him laugh as I rub my eyes, trying to get the grogginess away. I grab the mint green bathrobe I found earlier, put it on, and try it to hide the fact that I am braless. The sleep shorts and matching t-shirt were a quality I was not used to.He even had them get me fluffy slip-on slippers that made walking on the hardwood floors more comfortable. Finally, I slide into one of the chairs in the kitchen, and Ace slides a cup of coffee into my hands. Thankfully he allows me to finish taking a few sips before asking any questions.I look up at his dark blue eyes and smirk at him, saying, “this had better be very important. That bed gave me one of the best night sleeps I’ve had in a while.
Ace9I feel a little hand tap on my face and slowly open my eyes, thinking I could get used to this. “Daddy! You had a sleepover with momma?” She said, putting her hands on her hips and looking at me with betrayal on her face.“You want to have a sleepover with us tonight?” I asked her, not wanting her to be mad at me. I will have to fuck Tess in here before bringing her back to our bed. Sex bed and sleeping bed, I could get used to that.Her eyes light up like Christmas morning. “Really?” She said, doing a happy dance, “you promise?” She holds her pinky up to mine, and I wrap mine around hers.“Promise. Now let’s get breakfast and let your mom sleep.” Which is what we proceeded to do. Well, I called the kitchen to have Belgian waffles with all the fixings brought up for my girls—I had just finished brewing a pot of coffee when they knocked on the door with the food.“Whoa! We get room service here?” She asked me, looking like I hung the moon. Making me stand a little taller and love
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