I am the queen of my world, owning the dark nights.
He is the king of his world, ruling with a firm hand.
Unknowingly, we both fight for our freedom.
He needs the freedom to breathe, whereas I fight for my freedom to live.

Three worlds collide:
• Mine
• His
• Ours

They smashed together, obliterating the last little bit of morality I had.
He will never forgive me because I will never give him the chance.
Secrets have been buried. Lies have been told. Betrayal is at the highest degree.

My real name is Jessica Winthrop, A.K.A. The Queen of Hearts. I am an underground poker player. I don’t play in the comfortable basements of family homes with the "good ‘ol boys" from around the neighborhood. No, I play in the depth of dark basements against men that will slit my throat at the turn of a card or the drop of a chip.

Since the tender age of four, my decisions were made by my mentor, my father, that is, until he became my adversary. His decision making came to a screeching halt when I turned seventeen. Three years later, I had to make some of the toughest decisions I’ve ever had to make, but I made them, and I’ve stuck by them.

Six years later, those same decisions are now coming back to haunt me.