I get back to my quarters and head for the shower. I can’t help but hope that the water washes off this piss-poor mood I am currently in. We have cut Mother’s supporters in half between the five of us. The remaining supporters should drop off quickly.This thought alone should make me happy; however, it doesn’t feel like I am doing enough. It feels like doing busy work instead of going for the kill shot I hoped would present itself. Of course, the viper of a woman wouldn’t show her weak points.I dressed to return to the war room, as we have been calling it. Leaving all matters regarding this on the upper levels ensures we have no leaks. We cannot afford any mistakes. I look at the videos that Saint has been sending of my girls. Winnie has been growing in confidence around the members. The feeling of jealousy isn’t something I have had little experience with, but I feel it now. I hate I am missing out on more of Winnie’s life. Missed out on the first part of her life and didn’t want t
TessLooking at Ace’s handsome face, I notice things he doesn’t reveal. His eyes were tired; he needed a haircut and clearly hadn’t worried about trimming or facial grooming. Yet, he seems to pull off the homeless look seamlessly. I want to take him into my arms, hold him tight, and take some of his stress away. He was a man who never liked to show vulnerability, and I was one of the few people who saw it.Whatever his mother said to him must have been something horrific for him to break his rules and call me. Was it sad to say that I could have just sat here and listened to him breathe in comfortable silence? Not saying a word to each other, just taking in and appreciating the other. The love I felt for this man sitting on the other end was unreal. I don’t think I knew how badly I needed this as much as he did.“So I hear you have a murder board room,” I told him, trying to lighten the mood looming over us. The distance and radio silence were so hard on both of us. At least I had bab
Today is the day I get to enter the murder boardroom. Winnie will do her classes with Zeus’s mother. That was the stipulation from Ace. I had to wait until they completed it to access the room. I think Ace probably wanted to put me off seeing it as long as possible. I was pretty positive that if Ace had his way, I wouldn't have been able to step inside. It wasn't Ace's call here. The MC had my back on this matter, and I appreciated it.I think it had something to do with all the small tiny x’s over the eyes of everyone who’s been eliminated. I know the rational side of my brain is screaming, ‘Run, girl, run,’ but my heart and illogical side of my brain believes it to be romantic. Suppose it was like a cat leaving dead things at your feet as a sign of affection? Murder seems to be Ace’s love language for me.Maybe after all this is over, I should seek a therapist. Ace and I both have some mental disorders. However, perhaps that is the reason we work. I felt selfish and terrible for inv
AceSomething was off with the dynamic of our group. Of course, some of Queenie’s confession was setting me on edge, but it was more than that. Joker was off his game. There was something he was hiding. I was determined to figure out what it was.We couldn’t allow anyone on our team could be distracted right now, not when playing the game of war. Everyone needed to be at their best, and I could not have one of our best players distracted. Anger pulled at me as I marched to Joker’s wing of the building. I let that anger drive me; it was useful for getting what I wanted. What I wanted was my team focused to I could get my heart and soul back, aka Tess and Winnie.Jack and Queenie were off with a team, doing recon on the apartment complex. They shouldn’t be long, but Tess wouldn’t forgive me if we hurt her friend or the daughter. This side of the compound was quiet, which was perfect. No listening ears for the conversation that was about to happen.I pound on the door using the side of m
Joker I hear the door click shut and am left alone with heavy thoughts. Could I tell Queen about that mission? I wasn’t sure if either of us wanted to talk about it. I did not even know how to bring that heavy shit up. It hung between both of us like a giant black cloud. Just thinking about it got my heart racing and my palms sweating. I wasn’t a man who controlled my emotions, and Queen made me feel things I wanted to avoid. One thing I knew for sure was that Queen deserved better than me. Son of a known prostitute, father was unknown, spending around $25 to cum in her snatch rather than rub one out. No idea why she kept me. I most likely hoped that I would be profitable. She sold me the first chance she got but later discovered that she had overdosed two years later. Good riddance and all that. One less fuck up in this world; one thing was for sure, I wouldn't father a child ever. It seemed like Ace would handle the repopulation for the lot of us. I couldn't help but think about
QueenieOf course, King couldn’t come on this mission; they had to send Jack with me. King was too apparently too busy babysitting our two lovely house guests since Ace put everyone on edge recently. Who honestly could blame them for being on edge? I would be ready to flee to a far-off corner if he weren't my flesh and blood. However, I wasn’t about to cower before men ever again.Well, maybe now, as I try to avoid my twin’s angered and hurt gaze. I try to ignore it as I watch this shitty little apartment complex. Not really that shitty, if I was being honest. I was just in a piss poor mood. Randall Perkins was a pain in my ass. If this was where Mother stashed him, I hoped it was a quick grab.Why is Randall Perkins so valuable? He was one of her right-hand men back in the day and probably still currently. I watched him as I grew up. His once kind eyes quickly changed to look at me with lust as I got older and developed. I think that was when the hate for me started—turned the heads
AceI sent word to Letha to look into ReCollaboration before checking on the progress of Jack and Queenie’s operation. I feel my anger rising when I look into the reports from the backup we sent along with them. Damage control had to be done, and a new door had to be installed to maintain the low profile we needed. What part of low profile and in and out did my siblings not understand? I call Joker again for the third time, and he doesn’t answer and cannot help but feel my anger rising.Start the march to the parking garage since Queenie texted to say they would be here in five minutes. We are so close to our goal, and fuck ups like this will set us back. After my blow-up with Joker, I thought I would feel better. However, I am now even more on edge. The news from Saint and Randall Perkins is being brought in. I feel like I am so close to seeing my girls again. Yet still so far away.I see the doors open and the headlights from the black car entering the building. They park the car, a
Trigger Warning! This chapter isn't for the faint-hearted proceed with caution. As I watch Joker work behind the mirror, I wonder if he is losing his touch or if Randall was that hard of an egg to crack. He has ripped off fingernails, pulled teeth, put in the freezer, beat and waterboarded. The man has been at it for hours, and Joker almost looks more tired than Randall, who keeps giving Joker a bloody smile. I know the tactic well, wanting Joker to get pissed off enough to kill him. The door opens behind me, and I glance to see Queenie walking into the room. “Still nothing?” She sat beside me, crossing her arms and glaring at Joker and Randall. I wonder if she knows who she is more pissed at? “No, nothing has changed in the last 30 minutes since you checked in last time.” My voice was harsh, but I couldn’t help it and wouldn’t be apologizing for it. She fucked up Jack’s head, in return fucked up the mission to retrieve Randall. Now she has Joker also off his game since he is worrie
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