Page 26 of Queenpin
Chapter 12
Lucian
The gun is heavy in my hand, but I aim it anyways. This is the first time that I have held my new Glock.
“Lucian! We need you at the fort, right fuckin’ now!” Raul yells over the loud music of the party.
I had stolen the gun from one of the assholes who tried to break into my apartment. They honestly thought they were going to take me out? Fuck them. I got them right where it hurts. I stole their guns and all their money before they knew what I was doing.
I love a good pay day.
The gun is heavier than I would have liked but the weight reminds me of the power I have over everyone. I’m no longer that trash on the side of the road people used to treat me as. I’m moving up higher in the ranks and no one’s going to stop me.
Raul’s eyes are wide as he tries to convey the importance of hurrying up. What he doesn’t realize is that I call the shots now. He’s my gopher and I’m not going to let him push me around.
“What’s happening?” I yell over the music.
I’ve smoked three blunts and drank a couple of beers. I’m not wanting to fight anymore.
He places his hand on my shoulder, but I shrug him off. “What the fuck did I say about touching me?” I growl.
He backs up. “You’re needed at the fort. Someone’s brought a shipment in.”
“Fuck! Why do people want to ruin my fun fucking time?”
Muttering to myself the whole way to the fort, I can’t help but wonder if this is why people get burned out in the game. I’ve only been in it for a short time and I’m already stressed the fuck out.
Raul taps on my car window once I park. Stepping out of my vehicle, I look at the fort.
There are no lights lighting up the fort for anyone to see what’s happening… or what was about to happen. With that being said, there isn’t any movement happening outside.
“Am I being set up?” I demand from Raul. His eyes narrow.
“No. I have no idea where anyone’s at.”
“I’m being fucking set up. Find those assholes before they- “
Ratatattat!
Bullets are being fired all around us! I can feel the heat from the guns and the anticipation of not getting caught by a bullet.
My gun is cocked and aimed ready for action as I tuck behind my car. I just need to figure out where they are shooting from. My car is bullet proof but with the blanket of bullets, I don’t know how long my car will be able to stand up to the heat.
“What the fuck is going on?” I demand louder.
A sharp pain hits me in the foot and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. Ouch! I just got fucking shot on my foot.
“Luca! You okay?” Raul yells from the other side.
I don’t answer him for the obvious reasons. I’m not getting shot at again. Fuck no.
Suddenly the firing dies down just enough for me to look around the side of the car to see if I can see anyone.
“Fuck you, McGrace! Fuck you guys for trying to take over our property!” I hear someone yell.
“Fuck me?” I yell and walk from behind the car. I’ve got my gun cocked and I’m ready to shoot. “Fuck you guys!”
I see one of the guys from the east side pop out from behind the dumpster with his hands out asking for peace. “I didn’t know they were trying to fight you!” He cries.
