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 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

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,

Amberleigh had always imagined The Mad Hatter was an older man with crazy hair, crazy suits, a Joker smile, and a top hat. Well, she only had two of those features right about the man sitting in the plush chair grinning at her in an unsettling manner. He was wearing a purple velvet suit and looked like one crazy mother fucker for sure.However, the king pin was maybe thirty-five at the most with a shock of red hair and red stubble. But the most disconcerting thing was the fact Amber recognized him. But he’d looked different then. It was only a month or so ago, but then he’d had brown hair, almost military in style. And he also hadn’t looked like a cat about to devour a canary. He kept that grin on his face as Amber processed. He obviously recognized her too.“Blaine?” she spat out, “what the fuck?”“Forgive her Hatter. She has had a long day. I apologize,” said Giovanni quickly.But the Hatter waved his hand magically. Like all was forgiven.“No need to apologize Cavallo Nero. I’m su

Giovanni was waiting for Amberleigh in the hall making her wonder if he’d been waiting for her there the whole time. It was funny the way her father seemed like he was a boss man out on the streets, with many taking orders from him, and getting the fuck out of his way, but down here, he was nothing more than a lackey like the rest. If the Hatter said jump or suck my dick, Giovanni would fucking do it without question and aim to please while doing that dick sucking. Well fuck that shit! That would never be Amber’s life. Right now, she had to stroke some dick and egos, but she was biding her time. After the Hatter cleaned house and Grayson was freed from those psychos, they could all kiss her round ass down here. Fuck them all. They could stay in this hellhole and rot for all she cared. As far as she was concerned, Giovanni had made his choice long ago. Back before she was even born and nothing had changed after. To him the gang and his precious Hatter would always co