Page 9 of Queenpin
“No prison… No hard time like that. If we got caught, it would be like jail or community service.”
“Not happening,” I cut him off.
“Want to make ten grand tonight?”
That got my attention. “Doing what? I’m not going to rob someone!”
He chuckles. “I got this new gig and I need someone to drive me to the other side of Detroit.”
“All I do is drive you and I get ten grand? What kind of jackass do you think I am?”
I could really use the ten grand. Fuck… I’m going to do it. I already know I’m going to help out Brad because I need the money.
“I’ll pick you up in a minute. Be ready.”
He hangs up on me before I could respond. Without knowing what he’s in the middle of doing, I can’t exactly tell him I’m not interested. Plus, I really need the money.
I still have a couple of hours before anything starts at the club. I walk the couple of blocks back to my house with my head down, careful not to make eye contact with people.
Working for Lucian is all fine and good, but I don’t know how long she’s going to be needing me for.
As I’m standing in the middle of my room, I get pissed at myself for being a fucking pussy. I’m a pussy for just rolling over for Brad and I’m a pussy for allowing Lucian to talk to me however she wants to. I don’t know the first thing about either of their situations, but I was all too eager to join.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Sure enough, Brad’s banging at the door to get me to hurry up to go do whatever it is he’s wanting to do. I need to hurry up to make sure I’m back in time to get ready to go to the club. I want to make sure I make a good impression on Lucian.
Seriously, who is this fucking guy I have become? Never in my life have I cared what I looked like or given two shits what another girl thought about me like this.
It’s not as if I’m thinking Lucian and I are going to get married or anything…
The woman is hot.
The more she pushes me off and acts like she doesn’t give two shits about me, the more I want her. I want to know what she tastes like. I want to know what she sounds like as I plow into her from behind. I bet she’s the type who has a waxed pussy.
Brad bangs on the door again and I walk through the apartment to go and meet him. He’s got a pissed off look on his face and a scowl. “Took you long enough.”
“I didn’t realize you were King Brad, mother fucker.” I snap back.
