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Tonight I pay the piper with coins I took from the new queen’s coffers. Tomorrow I’ll try to put them back before she notices, or I’ll have to take out another loan from the demon king to repay her. I guess that makes me the court jester, keeping all the balls in the air in his juggling act until one of the two kings—and now two queens—decides that something I’ve done is an execution-worthy offense.
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Rumor Has It… The fallen queen was seen skulking around the house of a boy of ill repute after midnight, offering herself up to be used and discarded like the trash she is. Is she really too desperate to go a single night without a fix, and if so, can she find help for her addiction before she contracts something more deadly than an antibiotic can cure?
Rylan Woods
“Got anything that’ll combat the effects of Alice in Wonderland?” I ask, sliding onto the smooth leather seat of the black Jag that just pulled up outside our house.
“Got a raging hard-on?” Colin reaches across and grabs my dick.
“Whoa, what the fuck,” I yell, shoving him as hard as I can. “Are you fucking gay or something?”
“You wish, little pussy boy,” he says. “Though my dick’s too big for your uptight little ass.”
“Fuck you.”
He laughs and pulls away from the curb. “Not much will take care of that,” he says. “At least you get breaks where you’ll go soft, so you’re not hard for twelve hours straight.”
“Yeah, but it keeps happening,” I point out.
“You just gotta fuck it out of your system or take something to knock you out,” he says. “The comedown’s a real bitch. Baron needs to work on that. Though I guess it keeps you coming back for more so you can avoid the comedown. It’s worse than bad coke and E put together.”
“Great,” I mutter.
“Why’d you take it?” Colin asks. “I thought you were a square.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I say to the window. “I finally got her back.”
“Damn,” Colin says. “What’d she do to you?”
“She fucked around like a whore and then lied about it so I wouldn’t use a condom,” I say, glaring ahead as he turns out of our neighborhood. I needed to get out of here, to be far away from Gloria, and I didn’t want to be alone. So here I am, riding around with a drug dealer.
“So you raped the bitch?” Colin asks.
“No,” I say, scowling at him. “I had a threesome with her sisters.”
“Damn, little man,” Colin says, hooting with laughter. “I like your style. Dab me up.”
I bump my knuckles against his, feeling like a complete phony. I’m not a cool guy who does shit like that. And as much as I want to feel good about what I did, the knowledge that I’m the kind of guy who would do something like that sits heavy in my gut. At least I finally, finally feel like we’re even.
“Where are we going?” I ask after a minute. I’ve never been to Colin’s house, have no idea where he lives. I know exactly three things about the guy—his name, his occupation, and his heritage, which I only know because of the Irish brogue.
“Up to you, little man,” he says, rattling the coins on his necklace. “I could call in a debt, pick up this guy’s daughter I won in a poker game. I was going to let her ripen a few years, but she’s off the clock. If you want to fuck some more…”
“I’m good,” I say with a shudder, thinking about my sister when she was that age, back in Savannah when Dad was alive.
Colin just laughs. “I wasn’t going to let you take her v-card anyway,” he says. “But you could clean up after me.”
“That’s what those are for?” I ask, eyeing his necklace.
“Yeah, mate,” he says, holding up one of the coins, as if I can see it in the dim interior of the car. “I won three so far. Four, actually, but one bloke won her back before I could have any fun with her.”
“Where do you find this stuff?” I ask incredulously.
He just laughs again. “You want in? It’s high stakes. Buy-in’s a grand, minimum. Everybody gets a coin that represents your most cherished possession—could be a kid, a car, a wife… Your sister.”
“No thanks,” I grit out. “I’d never bet my sister.”
