A/N: Sorry it took so long for an update, but these characters weren't cooperating. There are two big clues in this chapter. For a hint on one...re-read chapter 5 to see if you can catch it.

This is for Torque. Thanks for the push in making me update this story. I hope this sheds some light...

The Princess' Court

Okay, let me start by telling you that I don't appreciate you dragging me down here in the middle of the fucking night. Do you even know who I am? Do you know who my father is? Or my husband, for that matter? And what gives you the right to fucking question me about anything? I don't know you and I ain't gotta tell you shit.

Besides, I don't know nothing no way. You think anybody tells me shit? Hell no. I'm so fucking sick of people telling that because I'm the Princess, that I shouldn't be getting my hands dirty. I been around this business all my life; I know the ins and outs...hell, I done more dirt then most of the fellas; but nobody trusts me enough to get the job done. Fucking amateurs. Do you know how many times I hear that because I'm a woman there ain't no way people will take me seriously? Shit…if only they knew.

I know, you look at me and think I must be living the fucking life. Well, guess what? This shit ain't all it's cracked up to be. You try being the only daughter of the richest Don in all of Boston and tell me how much fun it is. Since I was a little girl, I been dealing with bodyguards and being rushed out the room every time shit went down. Yeah I lived in a big house on the top of hill, but I never got to play with kids other than the ones of guys that worked for my Pop and even then, if their fathers' suddenly disappeared, I ain't have playmates no more. I done had my dates shook down at the door and the first guy I fucked…let's just say as soon as my Pop found out, they never found his body. Being a mob Princess is like being watched twenty-four hours a day.

And being my Pop's kid ain't much better. He ain't exactly the warm and fuzzy type. Oh sure, he's good for diamonds, a new car and trips around the world, but I don't remember the last time he hugged me. Half the time I don't think he even remembers my name. If my mother hadn't been a Princess her damn self, my Pop wouldn't have half the power he's got now. But he don't see it that way. When Pappy died, all of his business holdings went to Pop and that when he became, The Man.

You know, by right, when he gets snuffed, everything he's got should be mine. Let's face it…I'm the smart one in my family. But shit, he's been planning on giving everything away that's rightfully mine to my stupid fuck-up of a brother. Just because Lil' Mac is a guy, everybody assumes he knows the business. He done fucked up more jobs than I can count. If it wasn't for my connections and the people I hang out with, Lil' Mac's ass would be sleeping with the fishes by now. And Pop knows…he has to. He just don't care.

That's why I thought that things would be different when I got married. I figured, if I can't do the job that I was born to do, I should at least try to go straight. Now trust me, Hunter ain't really the type of guy I go for. I like my men with a little more edge to 'em. I like a man that don't really give a fuck, that'll walk in here, fuck my brains out and tip out the fucking door, without so much as giving me a second glance. I like a man that takes control and knows how to be a fucking man. You know the type; the kind that breaks some shit around the house when he fucks you, slams your ass up against the wall and fucking gives that shit to you so hard that you can't stand up straight after…yeah, that's what I like. But Hunter? I'm so sick of fucking faking it, it's fucking ridiculous.

I ain't gotta tell ya, I don't love him. Half the time I don't even like him, but if nothing else, he's good for information. See, Hunter reminds me of Pop; he's the kind of Joe that likes to brag on all the shit he's got in the works… makes him feel like a real fucking man. And if he ain't make it obvious that he only married me to keep a constant in with Pop and to get his hands on all my money, every chance he got; I might keep his secrets. If nothing else, I'm loyal. But every time I turn around, I gotta hear about his stupid fucking plans for him to bring Pop's organization down and how when he does, he's gonna be The Man and when he's in charge all the stupid fucking changes he's gonna make. See…he thinks cause he's a Fed that he could do this shit right and not get caught because he knows how to cover his tracks. I for one would like to see that shit.

Hunter's smart, but he's cocky. He shows his hand to everybody. Ain't no fucking way in hell he can do this job. And especially not with that fucking idiot he works with, Bishop. Bishop's head is so far up his own ass and he thinks he's smarter than everyone around him. Bishop's gonna be the one that fucks it all up, mark my words.

So you see why I ain't in the friendliest of moods? I got a fucking asshole for a father, an idiot for a brother, and a little dick motherfucker for a husband. Sometimes, it's a fucking chore just to get out of bed to deal with those assholes. That was, until I met All-nighter.

It's really a short story really. See, one of the few friends I got works at this club that Pop got his hands in called, The Spot. I use to go there a lot to watch my friend, Lollipop, dance; plus they got real good booze. Since Uncle Sam made getting a fucking drink a federal offense, finding a good joint is real hard around here. And trust me, with my life; I drink like a fucking fish. So anyway, I'm at The Spot and meet the guy that owns the joint, Big D. Now D's beautiful. He's real big and muscular, he's got these eyes that make my heart melt and this smile that makes me wanna take my clothes off. I fucked him a few times, but, then I found out that he's fucking everyone that works there, too. Now, I know this sounds like a double standard because I'm already married, but, I want my boy on the side to be faithful to me, ya know? Well, D ain't like that.

So after him, I started noticing this other Joe that worked there, this fucking Johnny Boy. Me and Johnny fucked around for a little while…he's a good fuck, but that's it. I dunno…there was just something about him that use to bother me. I like a guy that actually feels something and Johnny… he's so fucking calm about everything; it pisses me off. For example, when we would fuck and I'd be laying that shit on him, he still wouldn't make no noise. How the fuck am I supposed to get off on knowing that I'm putting it down, if you're just fucking laying there like you don't give a fuck one way or the other? Seriously, not even when I would suck him off…nothing. And I'm known for giving good head. Hell, Lollipop taught me when we was teenagers and she's the best there is!

Well, after a few months of that bullshit, I decided that I should check out the competition. So I went to this other club that my fucking husband been shaking down. Now, Classics ain't really my kinda place. They're too snooty and uptight for me, I like a place where you can kick off your shoes and jump on the stage with the other girls. So anyway, I ended up at Classics and I meet this guy, Babyface. Now, Face ain't my type. He's little and he's real sweet. He starts promising me everything I want, but alls I wanted was a serious fuck. I tested him out and he's good. If nothing else, Face works in a pinch; but he's the type to fall in love. I already got one fucking worthless ass husband. I don't need another one. Well, when I went back, I met my guy…All-nighter.

What can I tell you about All-nighter, except that he goes all night long? I ain't never had a guy fuck me so good. He knows everything I like; he's violent, he's rough, he fucking puts it to me like a real man should. This guy was made for me. The only problem is I broke my own rule with him. I wanted a guy to be gone when I wake up. But with him, I'm fucking broken up when I roll over and he ain't there. Oh, he takes care of me a couple of times a week, but you know what? That ain't enough. I want it all with him, I want the fucking fairytale. But, as long as I'm still married to that limp dick husband of mine and my Pop is still my fucking useless ass Pop, that ain't gonna happen.

I ain't never told All-nighter this, so don't you neither, but I love him. I'd do anything for him. How do you think he knows so much about what Hunter's got going on in his business, or what stupid moves Pop is gonna make? Sure, I let him think that he's gotta work me real good to get it out of me…I just really like when he does that shit to the best of his abilities. But the truth is, I'd tell him anything, anyway; I always do.

Like tonight… he came over and wanted to know what I knew about this shipment. I wasn't just gonna open my mouth straight off and tell him what I heard. I ain't fucking stupid; if I did that shit, I wouldn't have gotten no good loving and that shit ain't flying. Plus, I love it when he fucks me in the ass. He only does that shit when he wants to know something real bad. He's got his interviewing techniques; I got my ways of withholding information. It's a win-win situation for everybody.

So I might have let it slip that about Hunter taking money out the safe…the same way I might've let it slip to Face what the combination was. I don't give a fuck about Hunter…I want his ass gone. And just like I knew he would, All-nighter took the fucking bate. And when he thought I was sleep, there he was, in all of his naked glory, robbing my dumb ass husband blind. I know I should've said nothing about that crew being Feds…just like I shouldn't have said nothing about Hunter and Bishop being at that pier. But you know the funny thing? I don't know if they was really there or not. I'm just hoping that whatever went down that All-nighter wanted to know about, he can pin that shit on Hunter. If he does, there ain't nothing stopping me from being with my man all the fucking time.

So anyway, like I said; I don't really know shit about what happened. I know what was supposed to happen, but that's it. Whatever went on, I hope they fix this shit soon, so All-nighter can come back over while Hunter's cooking up some phony ass report. Even if I can't have the fairytale, it's still nice to pretend.

I swear of all the people that coulda called me, I damn sure wasn't expecting this. "What the hell are you calling me at my house for?" I swear for Candy so be smart, this is fucking dumb move.

"I need to talk to you about something." I can tell by his tone of voice, whatever it is, it's real serious.

As soon as I sit on the couch, my front door opens. "This ain't a good time. Call me back in a few hours."

I watch Hunter look at me and motion for Bishop to take a seat. The only thing I can think about is, I ain't made up the bed yet from when me and All-nighter were in it. But I don't care if he finds out. He's a worthless sack of shit anyways.

"I ain't got a few hours. It's about to be an all out war if I don't get some answers, like now." Candy's always worrying about something. I like all the guys at The Spot, but Candy's paranoia bothers the hell out of me. I know broads that don't get as riled up as he does.

I don't like that Bishop's got his feet up on my coffee table, like he fucking lives here.

"I'm sure I don't know anything." It's kinda hard to talk in code when you got two assholes breathing down your neck.

I know that Candy can read between that shit. I hope to God, he don't start talking loud. "You ain't alone are you?"

"Nope."

"Just answer me this. Did you hear about a shipment?"

"Yup."

"Princess…I need to make a call." I hate Hunter.

"So go to the fucking corner phone." I don't mean to be rude, but I am on the phone. He's an asshole.

"You seen or heard anything?" Now anyone that knows me knows how loyal I am. When people help me out…I help them out. And Candy done helped me a couple of times back in the day. Well not really me…he's gotten Lil' Mac out of enough jams, that I feel like I owe him. After all, it was me that called in the favors.

"A lot." I'm talking to Candy, but I'm watching Bishop. He's pulling shit out of his jacket pocket and dumping it on my fucking table. It ain't really much; keys, gum, a lighter, pack of smokes and ear plugs.

I hear Candy shuffling around. "We got hit tonight. They took our booze, our loot and killed up a boat full of Feds. Who got muscle enough to use Tommy's and a Gat? Big D thinks it's Bugsy…but I ain't so sure. Lucky's boys are crazy, but they ain't that crazy."

Wow…that's bigger than I thought. But the only thing I can think about is the Gat. Once I started messing around with All-nighter, I met Kelly…cause she works at Classics. Now, I know Kelly's guy is into ammo, real heavy. And it just so happens that, Eni works with Candy, so why ask me?.

"I can't go out…I got company." I hate Hunter fucking looks at me. He may be my husband, but he don't control me.

Candy's quiet for a minute. "So…All-nighter was there with you?"

"Yeah."

"I thought so. That means he couldn't have done the hit." I can almost hear Candy's brain churning over the phone.

For some reason, I can't take my eyes off the ear plugs. Why the fuck would a guy just be carrying those around?

"No…later." I know, Candy knows that I'm telling him that All-nighter was here later...after the hit.

"Shit, so they could've… But they can't use a Gat. That fucking guy would have shot off is own leg. He ain't exactly smart, ya know."

"Bingo." It makes so much fucking sense.

"If Big D gets his way, your Pop's taking out Bugsy tonight. We gotta figure this shit out." Candy's voice gets real quiet. "Meet me in 20 minutes. And bring the package."

"Can't. It's already gone." I still feel Hunter looking at me, trying to get me off the fucking phone. "I'll see you later." I know as soon as I hang up this phone I'm gonna have to hear his fucking mouth.

"Did I get any calls tonight?" He can't even wait for me to hang it up all the way, before he starts asking fucking questions.

"What the fuck I look like, your fucking secretary? No you ain't get no calls." I hate him! I can't say it enough.

I watch him run his fingers through his hair. Something wrong, cause he don't never mess up his hair. He turns to Bishop and shakes his head. "We got problems. Guerrero ain't called yet. That bust shoulda been happened."

It's like watching two fucking idiots share the same brain. "I knew we shoulda been at the drop and not fucking around with Lucky Layfield."

Hunter's whole career was riding on this one bust. I'm kinda glad it working out so well. If they fucked up, oh well. If the boys he's been fucking with all gang up and put his ass down, he fucking deserves it. Or even better…I hope Uncle fucking Sam finds out how much shit him and Bishop do on the government's dime and they burry his big stupid ass under the jail.

I ain't got time to worry about Hunter and his stupid fucking problems. I got more important things to do. I gotta get dressed and meet with Candy. I need to find out what the fuck was up with this shipment and how much trouble All-nighter's in. I got a feeling I'm gonna be sucking a lot of thugs off to get him out of it, too. Oh well, won't be the first time.

This is fucked up, but this is what happens in the life of a Princess, even if I ain't supposed to know shit about the family business. Whoever did this caused a lot of fucking problems and their asses will pay for it. All of this shit is over a fucking shipment...