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
Amberleigh and Leo made their way back to the warehouse. The chef immediately began packing to fill the time. But Amber had other things in mind when she grabbed him by the hand and led him towards the bed. “Babe, you really need to get some rest. At least a couple hours until the buyer shows up.” “I have an idea of what I’d like to do in this bed and it ain’t sleep,” he grinned.It was tempting to say the least. Making love to Leo on this magical night would be a good distraction indeed. But one look at him, and she could tell how exhausted he was. Poor Leo was running on fumes, his eyes starting to look a shade darker beneath, and even his steps had seemed to slow. He hadn’t slept since that night in Paris, while Amber had grabbed some sleep here and there on that cot in Grayson’s office. She pushed him down onto bed. “I wasn’t asking. You can’t help Grayson or anyone in this state Leo. I’ll take your watch and keep an eye out if the
Needless to say, Leo wasn’t sold on the idea of Amberleigh returning to The Fringe alone and she hadn’t even told the chef exactly where she was meeting her father. She decided to keep that minor detail to herself, as The Rabbit Hole had quite the bad reputation. For shady deals, cheap and questionable pussy, abundant violence, and people walking in and never coming back out. Not that Amber was particularly worried about not making it out of that bar alive, but she wondered if she’d walk out with some dignity and self-respect. She would have to deal with groping hands and lewd comments all night. And she was hella tired already and teetering on a bad mood as it was. It was both a good and bad thing she was taking her gun with her. Leo would probably have a heart attack if he knew. There was no need to add extra stress and worry onto his already overburdened shoulders. So, she gave him a kiss and skimmed over the details of her father’s meet and greet. “It’s not like we can talk
It was almost easy to believe that The Rabbit Hole was just like any other bar in The Fringe, at least on the surface. It did have a bit more flair with its décor, the tables- looking like oversized Queen of Hearts playing cards- was a nice touch. As well as some of the barstools which hugged the counter, resembled huge ass mushrooms. Around here, you could score the fun kind of mushrooms and take a trip down your own rabbit hole. Lights flashed in neon colors, casting distorted shapes against the walls, like taking an acid trip without having to place anything on your tongue. The background music also sounded wrong, distorted, like it was being played backwards or some shit. Axes were mounted to the walls representing the Queen Of Hearts weapon of choice. In fact, scrawled on the wall above the bar, were the words “Off with their heads!” The psychos took that shit seriously around here. Life imitating art for sure. A large statue of the Cheshire cat had a dart board on his chest,
As Amberleigh followed her father deeper down that rabbit hole, she began to wonder if they were going to hell both literally and figuratively. Because with as many fucking stairs they descended down, they were in the bowels of the Earth for sure. This was literally the underworld of The Fringe as deep in as one could get. Amber felt in so far over her fucking head, she had to fight down a moment of panic.Those black stone walls were crushing in on her as those damn stairs seemed to be never ending! If Amber lost her shit before she ever made it to the actual underbelly of the Mad Hatter’s kingdom, she didn’t stand a chance in his lair. Pull yourself together bitch, this isn’t about you, she mentally scolded herself. This was bigger than herself. Grayson’s life was at stake. Leo’s heart was at stake, as it would be crushed if they failed. He would never recover from losing Grayson in this way.Amber slowed her breathing by taking deep breaths in through her nose and out her mouth. Sh
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