Suit Thug

Miami. On the sun deck of a luxury yacht. The blonde, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, tall White Queen lay on a sofa in sunglasses, her shapely, long legs stretched out as she enjoyed the sea breeze and the sun. Although the Hellfire Club's dinner party was set to begin at eight o'clock the night after tomorrow, neither the White Queen, Black King Shaw, Azazel, nor Riptide had gone to Las Vegas. They remained in Miami. With Azazel around, they could head over at any time.