Uncrowned King's Playground

Escort services, connections, exclusivity—call it whatever the hell you want. Bottom line? These dudes would pay anything to be part of Black Veil.

And all Justin had to do was deliver the service.

These rich boys would pay out their asses just for a chance to be around the same girls Justin had under his thumb. Not that they lacked who to fuck. No, because they needed something exclusive that wouldn't spell trouble if something were to go wrong something that would protect their identity while they indulged in the sins of their desires.

Solution?

Black Veil.

You think these trust fund guys cared about money? Fuck no. They'd drop ten grand in a heartbeat just for a moment with the girls Justin controlled. All Justin had to do? Open the doors and rake in the cash.

Sell the fantasy.

But the real money? The endgame? The fucking jackpot?

The parents.