Two halves of one book divided by page size, King of Clubs continues the novel Queen of Hearts diving head-first back into irresponsible life choices that lead to regret.

Lionel, Hakim, Cyrus, as well as Mandisa give their personal accounts following through on a promise to stick it out no matter what together as a family, but just when things start to look up for everyone...

Suddenly insecurities begin to manifest in ways that are impossible to believe. There's only so much a man can take listening to the voice inside of his head and never confronting his shadow before he snaps. What could possibly come out of playing mind games with someone that's lost their mind? The cards don't lie...

(Section from King of Clubs)

Chapter One: Feel/Vice City as told by
Lionel Eugene Dunn

‘That NIGGA scared the fuck out of me, and I couldn’t clap that motherfucker...He didn’t give me a second to think about hitting him. You know I always got my shit on me? Hakim knows that shit too. We had words cuz I called him Nigga. I call everyone that shit, Bro. Hakim and Cyrus know that shit too, but I guess Hakim wasn’t hearing me that night. Cyrus tried to calm him down, and Hakim turned on him. He talked pure shit to his best friend. Cyrus took that shit and still tried to stop him from getting at me. That’s when I knew Hakim was for real. I blinked, thinking about if I wanted to fight him, and he knocked my ass smooth out.”

“Damn, Les! I didn’t know you and Hakim were beefing!” I groaned, shaking my head.

Lester Woods rolled his eyes and looked at me, saying, “I’m not beefing with your brother, Lionel. Shit, Hakim is my fucking hero! I wanna be like him when I grow up, and I’m 32! Shiiiiit... He’s making bank, smart as shit, got the finest bitch on the planet now, a cool homie that’s got his back, and you for a brother. Hakim is gravy, Lionel. You don’t have shit to worry about as long your brother is looking out.

‘He’s gonna take care of his family. That’s all he gives a fuck about. We get along on that shit all the time, but we bump heads on my ignorant shit. He’s a little brother to me, but we’ve always had a black-love/white-hate relationship. I get it.

‘I’m an enemy to him because of my skin, but that doesn’t make me a monster. We compromise until we disagree, but we respect one another’s tastes. I fuck with you because you respect me more than Hakim, and he’s the one with all the keys you need. But he doesn’t like to get down like us...that’s why we vibe, Lionel.

‘We alike, and I dig your waves, Man. I always want to chill when you kick it, but so be it if we do some ratchet."

(End of Section)

King of Clubs runs through the art of peer pressure and covers what kids learn growing up being exposed to horrible situations. The characters are constantly being real in their own way based on the situations they get themselves involved in. Their personal feelings about one another keep changing while they keep trying to prove themselves worthy to one another.

There are so many unique voices and some of them live inside of the heads of the characters themselves as they keep ignoring intuition or doing the most. They all have to sit back and chill to see that you're creating your own enemy inside of your head, and letting it control you.

The shadow is a horrible place to dwell inside of the mind, and those exposed to light who live in darkness either run or they head toward it. But there's an element of fear attached to every move you make when living a lie and wearing a mask...(Right, Hakim?)