QUEEN OF THE DECK(PART 2)
CHAPTER 1
JENNER
A year.
It’s been a whole damn year since I stopped fighting and started living.
And now? I walk this ship like I was born to rule it.
“Evening, Jenner.”
“Looking good, Queen.”
Voices greet me as I pass, men nodding, eyes following, mouths curling in respect instead of mockery. They’ve learned.
By the time I reach my cabin, the night air is heavy. I peel off my clothes, letting them drop to the floor.
From the drawer, I pull out the silk slip—the sheer one that shows everything. I slide it over my skin, the fabric cool, n*****s hardening instantly against the thin cloth. One glance in the mirror makes me smirk. Every inch of me screams invitation.
I slip barefoot down the stairs to the lower deck.
They’re waiting for me. My crew. My me
