Amberleigh and Leo took a while to try and process, understand, sort through their emotions on the kitchen floor. Grayson had given up. He was depressed. He was feeling miserable from the withdrawals, both of which put him in a bad state of mind. He’d already told Amber he was exhausted not only with this diagnosis looming over him, the symptoms which were already beginning, but also from the pressure of living up to the expectations placed upon his shoulders. And Grayson was only twenty-four-years old.Grayson saw this as a way out. He never wanted to become a burden. To have to be cared for by others or lose all the parts of himself that made him who he was. More importantly, he didn’t want Amber or Leo or anyone else he loved to have to go through it either. To watch him go from an independent, reasonably healthy man in the prime of his life turn into someone else, some angry, bedridden stranger with no quality of life. In the billionaire’s mind, this was the perfect opportunity. I
Amberleigh spent some extra time getting ready to hit the streets. She tried to channel some of her old back alley whore days when she was scantily dressed in clothing she altered from the local women’s shelter, smelled of cheap perfume and desperation. She was still very much desperate these days but dressed better and smelled far better too. And well, there wasn’t that whole hungry as fuck thing and chasing her next high.Fuck. Maybe Leo was right after all. Maybe she no longer had a place in that world. What if she could no longer handle it as her ass had grown soft? She hadn’t spent the last five years wondering where she was going to get her next meal or sleep that night. She hadn’t had to beat many bitches or bastards down in the last half-decade of her club life either. Amber may have lost her touch and get her ass beat by some hoe tonight thinking Amber was trespassing on her street corner.But instead of freaking the fuck out, she added another layer of eye liner and hiked h
It was around six thirty p.m. when Amberleigh walked inside the crowded bar called the Bottoms’ Up. And that had certainly more than one meaning in a seedy joint like this. This place was a fuck em’ out by the dumpster in the back or in the bathroom kind of place. A real high class establishment for sure.A couple women in the back corner were already dry humping and tonguing each other. Feeling the love and Christmas spirit. Hopefully that was all they shared with each other tonight. The herpes was going viral in The Fringe again, or so Amber had heard. It was the gift that kept on giving for sure. But on the bright side HIV was down to an all-time low, as the preventive drugs and condoms were given out in all the schools, churches, shelters, clinics, and food pantries. It was an initiative funded in part by The Godwin Foundation. Amber scoped the place out, eyes alert for any signs of Giovanni. She noticed a man with potential near the jukebox. The old jukebox had a cracked scre
Thirsty Joes was just as packed as the last bar. The décor looked as old as the owner himself. Checkered floors, faded red leather booths, neon lights, antique license plates, and old cola signs. The place looked like it had last been thoroughly cleaned in the 1950’s. Amber’s heels stuck to the floor on the way across the bar and she had no fucking idea what was on the bottom of her left one. Some things were better left unknown.This time she skipped her thorough search of the bar and went directly to the woman serving. Amber would have thought a woman would have her back. But the bitch with the purple hair, nose ring, sleeve tats, was even tighter lipped than the last. And not even a fifty would loosen the bitches’ lips. She pocketed the money and didn’t say shit about where to find Giovanni.“Are you a narc?” she asked, “cause I ain’t seen you around here before. And bitch, I know everyone.”Amber snorted, “Do I look like a fuckin’ narc to you? I’m back in the neighborhood. Just go
Julian stared Amberleigh down, no doubt trying to assess if she could be telling the truth. Looking for anything familiar in the face of the woman he saw before him. He’d last seen his cousin as a scrawny toddler in need of a bath with tangled hair and peanut butter stains on her shirt. Amber remembered making herself a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast that day after Krystal had been passed out from an all- night bender. There were no napkins of course, so she’d just wiped all the extra peanut butter from her tiny fingers onto her shirt. “I haven’t seen my cousin in almost twenty years. And with that mother of hers, I question that my cousin even survived her childhood. How do I know you aren’t full of shit?” he asked. “Let’s see the last time I saw you Julian, it was at I think Cora or maybe Kaya’s Birthday, I always mixed those two up. You had a picture of a girl with a blond pixie cut as your screensaver and Kandi had walked in on you jerking o
It didn’t surprise Amberleigh that Giovanni decided to remain standing while he greeted the daughter he’d last seen five years ago. Born and raised in a fucking slum, yet he’d always felt himself better than most of the people in it. But Giovanni was only fucking kidding himself in the end. The gang at his back and the money in his pockets gave him a false sense of invincibility and importance.But Giovanni still bled red and would likely wind up with a bullet in his head in a filthy alley one day or in prison. Old age and/or retirement were rare concepts in The Fringe. You lived in the gang until you died in the gang and often sooner rather than later. Or you were killed by a gang. As about ninety-five percent of those who lived in The Fringe were affiliated with one of the gangs who ran the streets.“Ciao Giovanna, you are all grown up. You look just like your mother.”That wasn’t fucking true, but then again her father always had his own versions of reality. Amber only had her mot
Giovanni carried his bottle of Disaronno down to the docks just a short walk from Thirsty Joe’s. That is where he suggested for their talk as it was less crowded this time of night and in psycho territory. Amberleigh got no propositions or any shit while walking side by side with him. Everyone knew and respected Giovanni Costa. And didn’t dare disrespect him or his woman friend.On the way, Giovanni made a deal with a man who looked a bit like Leo but with more tats, less teeth, and less pleasant smelling. Her father also hooked up a woman of the streets who offered herself to him as well as the money she slipped into his palm. She wasn’t impressed as she eyed Amber. Amber wasn’t impressed with her bad pixie cut and botched red dye job either. They just let anyone be a whore these days really. If not for her dealer’s presence, she would have no doubt started some shit about Amber being on her hunting ground. Amber gave her a smile and complimented her boots. That bitch had nothin
Amberleigh was freezing her tits off, but she felt warm and fuzzy on the inside. She was catching the Christmas spirit that was in the air even in a place like The Fringe. All things seemed possible tonight, all right with the world, and come tomorrow Grayson would be back in his own bed. Warm. Safe. Surrounded by those who loved him. She just had to keep the faith. And place it in the man who walked by her side.It seemed that Giovanni had some decency left inside his blackened soul after all as he walked his daughter safely to the subway. They didn’t say much on the way, but no words were needed, both of them living in their own heads. He could work out the logistics of the revenge and getting Grayson out of there alive. If anyone could do it, it was the psychos. They knew these streets and the people in it. All the places the rats liked to hide. And now the psychos had a personal stake in it as well beyond gaining a billion dollars. Heads were going to fucking roll for this for su