Amberleigh knew she needed to pull herself together and not have a mental breakdown in front of the Head Goddess. But that was easier said than done as her emotions threatened to consume her entirely. She needed a level head right now as she was useless to the cause otherwise. Time to put on her big girl panties and woman the fuck up.“Thank you. I appreciate your kind words and your help Head Goddess. I would love to stay, but time is running out. The deadline to pay his ransom is midnight on Christmas Day. And it’s been quite the challenge to pull together that much cash in forty-eight hours.” She handed Amber a tissue, “I’ll get back to you as soon as I talk to Harrison. Is there anything else I can do to help in this matter? Perhaps the club can contribute some of the funds needed for his safe return.” “Whatever you could do would be a big help. And we’ll pay you back.” “I’ll put a call in to the cashier’s office. Stop by there before you leave Amber. And please keep me update
Amberleigh laid on the dingy, metal floor for quite a while as she lost her shit. The last several hours had been building to this moment. Ever since Leo had gotten that call in their Paris suite from that backstabbing, uber cunt. All her life, Amber had been told crying was a sign of weakness, useless, and pathetic. But fuck that shit, there was no holding this in. Her grief refused to be contained. But then something else happened. Her watch chimed, vibrating loudly against the metal beneath her. And Amber took a breath. Then another. She sat up. Breathed some more. Her viewpoint was blurred and hazy. Her breathing still tore its way from her lips. Her watched chimed a second time. Also helping to bring her back down to reality. Through tear-glazed eyes, she read the screen. Don’t be mad Love. But I got the money from the safe with no trouble. I knew the guard. He suspects nothing. Are you ready to be picked up? His second text was I love you. We’ll have him home in no time
In hindsight, it was a terrible fucking idea to scream and distract the driver of a moving vehicle as Amberleigh soon realized. Leo swerved and nearly sideswiped a Cadillac Escalade who laid on the horn. The driver, a balding, middle-aged man then gave them the finger and was screaming what appeared to be pull over. But no one had time for that road rage shit. Leo was able to gun the Ferrari and leave the pissed off man far behind in the dust as he blew through a yellow light. “I’m sorry Leo! I didn’t mean to nearly get us killed. But I know who took Grayson,” repeated Amber. Leo had a white knuckled grip on the wheel but spared her a quick glance. “Who? And how?” “Everyone initiated into the psycho gang gets a white rabbit tattooed on their wrist. My father has one. The kidnapper has one Leo, look.” Amber flashed her watch screen briefly in front of Leo’s line of vision, though careful to avoid another near car wreck. He swallowed hard. “Okay Love, that’ll come in han
Amberleigh followed Leo inside the building. They were greeted by a cheerful and light-yellow lobby with stained windows. It was quite lovely the way the light filtered in and cast the colors on the wall. The furniture looked cozy and clean, not stiff and hard. There was even a child sized table and building blocks. A self-service latte bar for the grownups. And a minifridge with apple juice and water for the kiddies.A few people waited in the lobby, a couple most likely looking to buy a home as they glanced through a catalog, and a man appearing to be here for a job interview. He clutched his briefcase and tapped his fingers nervously, a sheen of sweat across his brow. Leo put on an award winning smile as he swaggered up to the receptionist. She was maybe late twenties, appeared to be of Indian descent with caramel skin and long black hair braid on the side. Her brown eyes were large and luminous. She was a ten easily. “Good afternoon. Welcome to Clemonte Development. I’m Aadhi
Leo had gone quiet, the color drained from his face, and a death grip on the steering wheel in front of him. It seemed the chef needed something to hold onto, as the Ferrari was still parked in the Clemonte Development garage. Amberleigh preferred tears or curses to this shocked, scary silence.She’d had about an hour or so longer to process the grim news. In a way, Leo was handling it better than she had. But then again, he was still stunned trying to process it. No doubt the screaming, despair, and rage would soon follow. It had happened in that order for Amber.Her eyes left a shaken Leo long enough to read the message on her watch a second time. Mr. Godwin paid the Kellerman law firm a $50,000 retainer fee to begin divorce proceedings. Mr. Godwin also began making revisions to his will, making his parents the beneficiaries of his estate and all his assets, removing his wife from his current will. There it was. The undeniable proof at last.“You were right Leo. It wasn’t just a co
Amberleigh and Leo decided to make a quick pit stop back at The Cobra Club to collect the money Head Goddess was so graciously loaning to the cause. They wanted to keep up appearances and Leo wisely suggested they actually collect all the ransom money. They needed Courtney to believe they were still giving a hundred and ten percent in their efforts. Grayson’s life depended on it right now anyway. He would be an instant dead man if the kidnappers thought otherwise.Amberleigh’s goal was to slip in and out of the club as quickly and quietly as possible. It was closing in on sundown and she needed to hit the streets in the cover of darkness. She used the back passages in the club and avoided all the popular hotspots. She could still hear a remix of Christmas music blaring from The Rainbow Room even from the bypass of the inner workings of the club. But all be dammed if some nosy, ass snitch didn’t see Amber creeping through the employee passages. Because when Amber made it out of the c
Amber felt good on the way up to the penthouse. She could totally do this, piece of fucking cake. Leo tried to be all manlike and carry all the bags of dough on his own. Amber shut that sexist shit down rather quickly and snatched up several bags. She was regretting that decision a bit, as she began to lose feeling and circulation in her arms, but her fucking pride refused to hand over even a single bag to Leo in the elevator. She forced a smile and insisted she could handle it.Leo wasn’t expecting Courtney to actually do something like open the door this time. He didn’t even bother, just dug out his key. Amber dropped the bags in the foyer rather quickly and rubbed her sore shoulders when Leo wasn’t looking. The chef’s attention was focused on finding that traitorous snake.Amber followed Leo down the hall as he peered into the den. No sign of the bitch rather than dirty dishes she’d left behind. The heiress couldn’t possibly be bothered to clean up after herself. Amber hated her
It came as no surprise to Amberleigh that Courtney had made zero effort to clean up her fucking mess. That went beyond just the kitchen. The bitch had made minimal efforts at best to raise her husband’s ransom money. And it seemed unlikely the evil cunt would have a change of heart and call the whole murder her new husband plot off. It wasn’t like she was used to getting her hands dirty anyway. She was used to letting others do it for her. And that was unlikely to fucking change.They found the heiress seated on the barstool scrolling through her smart watch. She’d given up on working the latte machine. And apparently had ordered herself some overpriced coffee, set to be delivered to the lobby. What. The. Fuck.“Leonardo, I just wanted to inform you, the doorman will probably arrive soon to bring my Starbucks order up. I also called that maid and told her we needed her here tomorrow for a couple hours in the morning.”Leo leaned down against the counter. Amber could see the visibl
Grayson recovered quicker than Amberleigh did as she stood there covering her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks. He fell to his knees on the concrete beside his best friend. His bound hands immediately went to the bleeding hole in Leo’s stomach trying to stop the blood flow.“Oh, fuck Leo!” screamed Grayson. “What are you doing here? Okay, we’re going to get you out of here okay brother just hold on! He needs a fucking doctor! Let Amber get Leo out of here and I’ll stay with you bastards. I’ll give you thirty billion dollars just please let Amber get Leo to the fucking hospital!”“I’m so sorry Grayson. I fucked this up…” sobbed Leo.Grayson placed his hand against Leo’s cheek as tears leaked from the corner of the chef’s eyes, sliding down into the concrete below. Tears also crept out the edges of the billionaire’s blue eyes as Grayson held his friend’s head up off the hard floor.“You didn’t. I love you, Leo. Just please hang on man. We’re going to get you some help brother.
Amberleigh found herself with a gun in her face again. Fantastic. She was getting fucking tired of near-death experiences today thank you very much. And she was so looking forward to all these bastards with guns dead on the concrete floor. That was all she wanted for Christmas this year.“Who the fuck are you?” said Morte, “and who the fuck sent you?”“My name is Amberleigh Dubois. And no one sent me. I came here to broker a new deal. Two billion dollars in exchange for Grayson. And the Van Tessin’s don’t get a fuckin’ dime.”“Amber? Why the fuck are you even here? And Leo let you do this? Something so fucking dangerous and stupid. I’ll kill him! What the fuck did you hope to accomplish by showing up here? How the fuck did you even know where to find me?”She shrugged, “Their boy Lazy Eye has a big mouth. I ran into him at The Rabbit Hole. I take it you all didn’t know I was born in The Fringe and I have ties to your gang the Psychos. Lazy Eye sang like a fuckin’ canary. Easy peasy.”
Amberleigh saw no one in the warehouse lot at first as she jogged across the cracked pavement yelling her fictitious dog’s name “Bella!” She nearly had the door to the warehouse opened before a man abruptly appeared pointing a gun in her face. Her startled scream was real as a stocky man with an unkempt beard and mustache walked out. And she noticed he walked with a limp. “What the fuck do you want bitch?” he demanded. “what the fuck are you doing here?” She recognized that deep raspy voice that was as unpleasant to the ears as nails down a chalkboard. This was the fucker who had beaten Grayson on the video. That spineless coward who attacked a man who had no way to defend himself. And he wasn’t wearing a mask. No fucking way he’d let her just walk away from here. She was counting on it.She put her hands up and backed away slowly, “I’m sorry sir. I didn’t think anyone was here. I thought this place was abandoned. I was just looking for my dog Bella. I
Giovanni decided to walk his daughter to within a few blocks of the warehouse where Grayson was being held. They spoke little on the way and for that Amberleigh was grateful. She didn’t think she could deal with another heavy conversation at the moment. Her nerves and her head were already in shambles and it only got worse the closer they got to the old warehouse. It was used to store boats long ago and had been empty for a decade at least. It was in the heart of Psycho territory and only fifteen miles from Leo’s warehouse. Well, what used to be his place anyway. Amber kept going over the details of her plan in her head. She could do this. It would work. It had to. It was a long time coming. But now that moment was here, it was with mixed emotions to say the least. She was excited, anxious, terrified, all at the same time. She just wanted to see Grayson. And she would give him the longest hug in the fucking world when both of them walked out of that fucking warehouse.
Amberleigh stuttered out her plan to the Hatter coming up with the details as she went. She would be a woman walking her dog down by the docks. She would change her clothes into something more suitable and also bring along a dog leash. She would approach the warehouse and ask the man guarding it if her dog had run inside. She would say or do whatever necessary to gain entry into the warehouse.The lookout would be unlikely to shoot her. It would draw attention even in The Fringe where gunshots were as common as STIs. She was likely to be taken inside alive and no doubt at least one of the men inside would want to have his way with her. Probably more than one of them would. She was banking on the fact that would buy her enough time to be rescued before any of those events actually occurred.For his part in this risky operation, The Hatter was providing Amber with a small camera. The kind which could be easily hidden and would send a feed directly back here to The Rabbit Hole. She would
It wasn’t for Lazy Eye’s neck that Amberleigh aimed the machete, but rather his right arm. The giant knife slid through just above his wrist smooth as fucking butter barely missing also taking out his thigh as well. The blade cut through the arm rest in the wooden chair and bounced against the concrete floor. Perhaps it was that jarring ring which helped bring Amber back to her fucking senses. Or the wet bounce of Lazy Eye’s hand on the floor. Because his scream had only made her want to hurt him more. Her arm ached from the force of her blow coming into contact with the hard floor. Lazy Eye yelled as a fountain of blood squirted from his newest stump. Amber stumbled back watching blood spatter towards her. She dropped the machete and turned away. What the fuck was she doing? She had just lost her fucking mind for sure. Amber placed her hand against her mouth to hold in her vomit. But it was a battle she lost as she threw up on the floor. Her vomit mingling with the p
Amberleigh would have liked to have said that she had the situation under control and didn’t need to be rescued. That she had single handedly interrogated the bad guy and found out where Grayson was being held and by how many. But instead, she was owed a big fat I told you so by her father. Luckily, Giovanni had too much class to do such a thing as he saved his daughter’s ass.The gunshots had been a dead giveaway that his offspring had run into some trouble. And it was father to the rescue as he burst through the door. Only much later would Amber wonder how her father had unlocked the door to get inside Lazy Eye’s lair, but those types of thoughts didn’t come until much later. Only much later would Amber wonder how her father had unlocked the door to get inside Lazy Eye’s lair, but those types of thoughts didn’t come until much later. Because she struggled to recover from the lack of oxygen to her brain and the pain in her body as Giovanni threw Lazy Eye halfway across the room. A
Amberleigh had to put all her thoughts of disgust and wanting to gag aside as she sucked that evil bastard's cock. It wasn’t the first time she had to suck a dick she’d rather not. But this time it meant more than just trying to get a regular or a good tip. She went through the motions which made her the best, but didn’t think too much about it, like driving home late night down the same roads you'd driven a thousand times before. At least until that prick fisted her fake hair and shoved himself roughly down her throat. She wanted to bite his pecker off as she struggled to breathe. Lazy Eye rammed his cock in and out of her mouth aggressively. For men like him, this went beyond just sexual gratification. It was about dominance, control, violence, and humiliation. Amber tried to focus on getting air into her burning lungs and not vomiting, as she had lost all control over her blow job. And Lazy Eye didn’t give a fuck the discomfort he was causing her or even allow her some time to b
Amberleigh kept her eyes on her prey, though she made a quick detour before she pounced. She stopped at the bar to buy Lazy Eye his favorite beer. More than one man eyed her as she passed, including one who squeezed her ass, but she paid them little attention. Luckily, most of the men in that room were engrossed in the fight anyway, as they had probably wagered a pretty penny on the outcome. Amber was also betting on herself to win tonight. She would fucking come out on top.She just hoped that Lazy Eye’s fighter won the match or it could put the violent man in a bad mood. It was hard for her to try and gauge exactly who was winning the fight. The screams of the crowd weren’t giving her much and both burly men in the ring were covered in blood and sweat. The hits were brutal and unforgiving. Fuck, if that was what they did to their gang brother, Amber tried to imagine what they did to rivals. She was pretty sure she saw a tooth go flying from the shorter guy’s mouth in a hail of blo