Page 24 of Queenpin
I shrug, spinning on my heels and I walk to my office to one of the safes with the twenty-five thousand in it. I’m not showing him the other safe which holds hundreds of thousands of dollars. No, I’m not that fucking stupid.
“Listen, bitch,” he shouts at me down the hall to my office. “I don’t give two fucks if you’re running a side business. Big Heavy will always get their money.”
“I know!” I shout back. “You don’t think I fucking know that? You can stop sending me notes with threats in them. I haven’t been keeping any money from you guys.”
It happened so fast. His hand encased mine and he spins me around causing me to lose my balance and I fall into the wall. He’s on me in a matter of seconds. Ralf’s strong, expensive cologne fills me nose and I gag on it. His brown eyes are drunk with power and rage aimed at me.
Is this when I die? If so, it’s probably a good idea I didn’t drag Mason into this world. This world of not knowing what is coming next. This world of not knowing if you are safe or if you’re going to die today.
Someone like Mason doesn’t know the first thing about what this life in like.
Ralf moves his hand from off my wrist, wrapping it around my neck, squeezing it. “I don’t like you. You’re a fucking bitch who only got to where she is because of me. How dare you steal money from me?”
I gasp, clasping at his hand to get it to move. “Ralf…” I wheeze trying to get him to see he’s choking me.
It didn’t work.
“I should have killed your ass when I fucking wanted to. You’re nothing but problems. Get me my money, now.”
His hand lets go of my neck and I rub the sensitive skin where his fingers squeezed me. My skin feels tight as air flows through my lungs trying to oxygen through my whole body. “I’m sorry,” I mumble stupidly.
“Not as sorry as you will be.”
