Jordie Rietveld is alive. He's seen what his baby brother has become, and he's itching for revenge. Now living undercover in Ketterdam by the name of Jayar Kade, a lowly grunt all the way at the bottom of the Dime Lions' food chain, Jordie is one of...
J.R. Jordan Rietveld. K for Kaz. Jayar rubbed the tattoo over his right wrist, whispering the same thing over and over. "K for Kaz. K for Kaz." I can save him. I couldn't save him before, but I can now. No one turns my brother into a monster and gets to live peacefully with it. I've been waiting a long time. He turned the scalpel over in his hand again and again, staring blankly in the mirror at the tally marks slowly adding up on his torso. Pekka Rollins doesn't remember me. That's why he doesn't know what's coming.
Jordie Rietveld is alive. Devastatingly, heart-wrenchingly, terribly alive. Alive because of a secret that could rock the very foundation of the world everyone is living in, a walking corpse, holding the power of destruction and healing in the details of a drug no one knows the extents of. He's back in Ketterdam, and he's seen what his baby brother has become. He knows who's responsible. And he's itching for revenge.
He and Pekka Rollins have bad blood simmering in the air, so tangible you can practically taste it, and yet Pekka has no idea. Well, no matter. He'll get what's coming to him.
When the king of the Barrel is offered a job commissioned by mercher Jan Van Eck to send a bunch of Ketterdam street scum to steal Bo Yul-Bayur from the legendary Ice Court, the impenetrable fortress in Fjerda, he decides he wants the money before the Dregs get to it first. But this job sounds dangerous and may not be worth the thirty million kruge reward, so instead of selecting the best out of his prized Dime Lions, he picks out a quiet young errand runner who catches his attention when he kills one of his best bruisers in a nasty fight that breaks out at the Emerald Palace. Jayar Kade is more than he seems at first glance, and so Rollins chooses him to assemble a team of the most sinister, creative, and expendable criminals he can find.
It always comes back to this damned drug, doesn't it? Can't escape the claws of jurda parem... I guess I always knew it would catch up to me.
But Jayar doesn't intend to hand Pekka Rollins any money, and that isn't his real name.
TRIGGER WARNING ꒦꒷𓄰⊹ Death, violence, self-harm, firearm use, addiction, sexual references, drug use, smoking, alcohol consumption, childhood trauma, probably abuse, and generally anything you'd expect from an soc fic. If you were fine reading the original duology, you'll be fine reading this. I'm not big on swearing so there probably won't be much of it. No smut. Mild romance here and there. Lots of murder and gang violence and crime, and people having fun doing it. As a disclaimer, I do not condone the behavior of the characters in this story. It's not a pretty one.
THIS FOLLOWS THE PLOT OF SIX OF CROWS BY LEIGH BARDUGO. CANON CHARACTERS WILL BE PRESENT. THE PLOT WILL LIKELY NOT CONTINUE ON INTO CROOKED KINGDOM, SO IT WILL HAVE AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT ENDING.
CREDITS ೨◟✧ Based on Six Of Crows, credits to Leigh Bardugo. Set in The Grishaverse, credits to Leigh Bardugo. Writing & cover by me (hi). Original character credits will be noted on the cast page; tysm to everyone who helped me out by making an oc!
NOTE ༉‧₊˚ Este, Xin, please don't kill me. I'M WRITING LOST DESTINIES OK. To everyone else... you clicked for the Taylor Swift title, didn't you? You know I'm right.
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