Page 10 of Queenpin
Chapter 4
Lucian
“I’ve only come for one thing, boys,” I advise through my mask.
I’m in Chicago picking up the latest score from these gangbangers who make cheap cocaine. It’s cheap, but it’s quality and my customers seem to like it. They have never complained about it being bad.
I have my voice changer hooked up too to make sure they don’t find out that I’m a woman. I hate the looks I get when I’m found out. I’m not going to burst out in tears or some bull shit.
One of the things that sucks about having a pussy in this industry I’m in is the fact no one takes me seriously. I could kill every single one of these assholes and bury them, but they will still look at me like I’m going to bust out in tears.
Setting one of the duffle bags down that hold all the cash for this swap, I separate my feet to make sure I don’t look too feminine. These assholes would shit bricks if they found out they’ve been dealing with a woman.
“McGrace, we got the product you asked for,” Hector, one of the guys I have been buying from, states with a thick accent. He’s built like a bull and would take me down in two seconds if he knew I had a pussy. He’s one of those that thinks this is only a man’s job.
“Good. Let me have it,” I command and point to the bag I’m asking for.
Hector and I have been trading duffle bags for the past year back and forth making sure they remain the exact same in case we’ve been followed.
He hands it over to me with a smirk. “Why you always wear a mask?”
I shrug, even though they probably couldn’t tell due to how thick my sweat shirt is to make sure my boobs don’t stand out. “Adds mystery. Give me a minute to weigh out the bag.”
Without giving him a second chance, I walk over to the table with the duffle bag and begin to go through it. I pull out one of my scales from my jacket to check the weight of each bag, then I begin to calculate the weight from each.
The next and last bag is the one that’s not weighing correctly. It says I’m being shorted. Turning to face Hector, I’m faced with a gun.
“I know exactly who you are,” he mutters while cocking the gun. “I know who you are and what you do. I know you’re a woman who beats men down for your own pleasure.”
Yanking off my mask, I set it on the table with my bag. I shake my head to get my hair to cooperate. “Good job, Hector. Why did you short me?” I demand.
He steps closer until I feel his hands at the bottom of my sweat shirt. “Such a beautiful woman…” He tsks as if it’s my fault.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I taunt. Reaching into duffle bag behind me, I grab the knife I know is in there. I don’t wait a single moment before stabbing him in the throat.
“What the fuck?” He growls, dropping to his knees holding his throat. I know he’s trying to stop the bleeding, but there’s no point. I got him at the perfect spot.
Smirking, I yank the knife out of his throat and pocket it. “Don’t ever short 3-1-3 again, mother fucker. We don’t fuckin’ play around with our money or our product.”
The knife is dripping from the rival blood and I drop it in the duffle bag next to the table that holds all the money I just brought in. I knew it was only a matter of time before these guys started picking up who I was.
Fuck!
“What else do you have hiding in here, Hector?” I ask with a mocking tone. I already know he’s either dead or pretty fucking close. “Don’t mind if I look around, right?” I ask again.
The place where I met Hector, is pretty baron. There’s nothing in here that would make me think he was hiding anything from me since he thought he was going to kill me and steal back the product. Looks like I won that battle, didn’t I?
I shrug it off while grabbing the two duffle bags. Once I make it to the door, I look behind me to make sure Hector’s dead or extremely close to it. “Next time don’t fuck with us,” I state with vehemence.
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Securing my mask on my face, I slip on my black jacket which is two sizes too big. After the bull shit a couple of years ago, I wear a bullet proof vest for this very reason. These mother fuckers are trying to shoot down the kingpin without realizing the “king” is actually the “queen”.
Bodies have been turning up after we’ve left secured areas where drops have been made. A total of ten bodies have been found in the remote locations over the course of two years. There’s no way in hell, I’m going into an ambush and allowing these mother fuckers to shoot me. If I’m going to die, it’s going to be something good. Not because someone got greedy and wanted to steal from me.
“Ready, Luca?” Raul asks. “Oh, how did it go earlier?”
Nodding, I holster my four weapons and grab the duffle bag full of cocaine. Smuggling cocaine and the other drugs is a lot easier in Detroit because we’re right in the middle of Chicago and Canada. And, drugs don’t talk back and run their fucking mouths like people do.
