KC Queens

Mercy DeCorte was the good girl of the WNBA. With two rings, a thriving career, and an unblemished image, she didn't need someone like me in her corner, causing havoc. See me? I was the bad boy of the NBA, known to throw hands with anyone on and off the court. Associating with me would ruin Mercy's image. She knew that, but she didn't care.

As the CEO of Stone Enterprise, I wasn't used to hearing the word "no." The way I conducted business wasn't always legal, but that's the thing about owning everything I touched: no one could tell me I was wrong. Owing me was the worst thing you could ever do. When I collected on a debt, I only accepted two payment options: your life or something I deemed valuable. When I laid eyes on Fable Walters, I knew she would be the perfect payment for a debt she hadn't accrued. She was beautiful, intelligent, a hustler, and more importantly, she didn't fear me.