Page 25 of Queenpin
Chapter 11
Mason
When did I become such a weak piece of shit? Letting some pussy control me like I’m weak? I’ve never let some girl control me like the way Lucian McGrace does.
The worst part about it?
I like it.
I slam the door to the apartment shut, stomping through the corridor until I get to my room and then slam that door shut too. I slump my body onto my bed letting out a deep breath of frustration.
Lucian’s got me all tied up in knots. I don’t know which way is up anymore. How does a woman possess me the way she possesses me? Why the fuck did I allow her to possess me like this? I don’t fucking understand how I became a literal pussy over the prospect of getting pussy.
The burner phone rings across the room in my duffle bag I use to hide my shit from Andrew. In the past, Andrew used to sneak shit out of my room to buy the drugs he used to be on. He would steal anything and everything out of my room. I began to hide things in the most obvious places in hopes of him not finding it.
This time it worked since he hasn’t been in here to steal the ten grand I have in the bag.
I groan, stumbling over to the phone to answer it. There’s no name that pops up on the caller I.D. but then again, I didn’t expect there to be.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Pick me up at Eight Mile’s old K-Mart. Come alone,” a male voice says into the other end of the line.
“How much?” I blurt.
“Another ten grand if you can get here in fifteen minutes.”
I don’t respond. I hang up the phone and grab my keys to the apartment. It’s about a twenty-minute walk to that side of town, but I want that extra money.
Ten grand to drive every time they call? Fuck yeah.
I need the money.
I run towards that side of town and get there in ten minutes. Raul is waiting for me outside of a black Suburban truck wearing all black. He has a phone in his hand, he looks towards me with an impressed look on his face.
“Someone’s eager.”
Shrugging, I take the keys out of his hand and jump into the car.
Raul gets into the backseat without saying another word to me. I don’t want to ask too many questions and get him all pissed off at me. With that being said, I’m dying to know why he’s paying me so much money.
“Turn left up here. It’s the fourth house on the right,” he directs.
I follow the directions without making a peep.
Like most of this side of Detroit, it looks rough. The houses are run down, kids screaming outside of the house, hookers walking around in broad daylight… it’s the usual for this side of the city.
Normally, a white guy over here is either looking for some crack or a hooker.
I park the car as Raul unbuckles his seatbelt. “Keep the car running. I’ll be out in about five minutes.”
I don’t say anything. There’s nothing to say to him.
Instead, I pull out my phone and Google domanatrix sex.
“Holy shit,” I mumble to myself.
The images all range from women in bondage, men kneeling in front of the women, women with whips in their hands… there’s a little bit of everything on here and… it’s fucking hot.
I’m so caught up in the images that I don’t hear Raul tapping on the glass to get me to unlock the car. I jump a little bit in my seat and quickly unlock it.
He chuckles. “I take it you got to know Lucian,” he murmurs to me in an accusatory tone.
I don’t say anything. There’s nothing for me to say.
“You don’t have to say anything to me. I already know. Just be careful. The girl is a wild card. She’ll eat you up and spit you out in a second.”
I look in the rearview mirror without responding to what he said. “Where to next?” I retort.
