#maksen

Tonight, all of the tattoos that marked her as a Realm Jumper were covered, keeping her identity hidden from the buyers. If anyone found out that a Peace Keeper was moving product or worse- that she was the true Kingpen of Helethen’s Nine Realms, there’d be an extra special cells waiting for her in Purgatory that more than a few of her fellow Jumpers would volunteer to throw her in.

Raising both hands, Illyse lit the cigarette with a Zippo and stashed the pack and lighter in the deep pockets of her jacket. This was the only drug she allowed herself to imbibe in- a drug she was forced to buy over the counter. She’d made a pact with herself long ago to never try her own product, instead using guinea pigs to test and see how much the substance could go for. It was one of the things that kept her on top.

She didn’t have to look at her watch to know they were late. Of course, the men meeting her tonight had no idea how important she was. All they know is that The Viper had sent someone, so, yeah. They probably thought they could make her wait. Any one of her lower-ranks would wait outside a meeting place for hours rather than turn up to her empty-handed.

But tonight, she’d taken the job herself just to get away from her fucking family. If she didn’t love Maksen so much she’d kill him for dumping their kin in her house.

“Only until it’s safe for them,” he’d argued. “They’re Cadywalkers! It’ll never be safe for them, Maks. They war, they kill- for the love of the gods, the family crest is ‘feed, fight, fuck!’” “Da said that’s a stupid joke started by Aunt Narcissa-” “I don’t care! They can’t stay with me!”