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