Page 13 of Queenpin
Chapter 5
Mason
The driving is easy. It’s the waiting that’s hard. I keep reminding myself that the money I’m making is going to be worth it no matter what happens…
Only if I believed it.
Fuck.
I hate money. Money makes people desperate and do things they never would do in normal situations. If I wasn’t so behind on my bills and about to be kicked out of my apartment, I would have said fuck no to driving.
The man that got into the car, looked like the guy from Lucian’s office earlier. Why the fuck would he be here? Oh, yeah. That’s right. I’m driving for people who are probably doing something illegal!
Andrew’s veiled threat about Lucian’s reputation and being in a gang, rings through my mind. What the fuck am I doing here? I’m just a chef. There’s nothing “gangster” about me.
I bow my head after I park the car in hopes of calming down my mind. If we get busted, I’m going to prison for accessory to this crime. I might as well be out there doing whatever it is they are doing. I’m going to get as much time as them!
That wholewe wouldn’t get prison time, but jail timeshit that Brad spouted off earlier… Yeah, right! We’re two white guys driving into the bad side of town. If the cops pull us over, they would think we’re druggies or looking for a hooker for the night.
Jesus H. Christ. I’m totally going to prison for this if I don’t die first.
Everything inside me wants to go off on Brad. What the fuck was he thinking? The one that got me into this mess when I hear a gun shot and a loud screaming. I jolt in my seat, looking around the abandoned area trying to see what’s going on, and then I remember the less I know the better I will be.
“What the fuck did you get me into?” I whisper harshly to Brad who’s sitting in the passenger’s seat of the car.
He shrugs and looks out the window. “Look, bro. You said you need money. I got you easy money.”
I growl. “Yeah, I need money. I also don’t need to be an accessory to a fucking murder!”
Brad chuckles. “No one’s going to die out here. It’s too populated to properly hide a body.”
“You did not just fucking say that!” I retort.
He scoffs. “What the fuck do you think they’re going to do out here, Mase? You think they’re going to double tap someone with a Glock out in the middle of Detroit’s busy district? Are you fucking crazy?”
Bang!
There’s another gun shot. My back straightens up really fast and I panic even more. I’m the getaway driver for a crime. I’m going down for this. Fuck the ten grand. I don’t give a shit about the money.
I can’t spend it in federal prison!
“There’s another gun shot, Brad! What did you get me involved with?”
He punches me in the arm. “Will you quit being such a fucking pussy, dude? Seriously, I’m embarrassed to be here with you.”
I look at him from my side eye, mentally willing myself to rub where he just punched me. That kind of hurt. “I’m a pussy? That’s cool. I’m in a car and a witness to a fucking murder!”
That’s when I hear the door open to the back of the car and both of those people come back in. One of them is wearing a disguise and then the other is definitely Raul from Lucian’s club.
I knew he was into some shady stuff. I wonder if Lucian knows he’s dealing or something on the side. Could she know and be okay with it? She seems like the kind of person who knows everything about her crew and keeps them on tight leashes no matter what.
Even though I just witnessed a fucking murder, I’m still going to her club tonight to cook. I’m a fucked-up person. Or am I that desperate for money I’m willing to sell my fucking soul for these assholes?
No one says anything but the sirens blaring through the empty side streets of Detroit prove someone heard it. I don’t wait for any instructions, I pull out and begin to drive away from the alley as quickly as possible.
I do not need to go down for this. I’d be fucked.
“Take us to Eight Mile where the old K-Mart used to be,” Raul demands.
