Page 16 of Queenpin
My friend and former lover holds me by my elbows and stands right in front of me. “Look, Big Heavy is no fuckin’ joke. You don’t know if this guy will not bitch out.”
I throw my hand in face and hold up my ruby ring on my middle finger. “You see this? I didn’t get this ring because I allowed some guy to question my moves and motives. We’ll see how he handles the club and if it doesn’t work out, we will scare him and send him on his way. You got me?”
Raul shakes his head and his big round face softens. “Yeah, of course. Lucian, you know I got your back. Let’s go see how the boy reacts to this.”
Does he, in fact, have my back? I’m beginning to wonder.
Raul was a submissive for me for about six months before I had to call it quits. He was constantly thinking he could force me into having sex with him and no matter how much I beat him, he still tried. The man had no quit in him. I couldn’t fucking stand how he always tried to push up on me.
It wasn’t as if he was trying to rape me. No, I know exactly what that’s like.
The phantom pain from that night still strikes whenever I think about it.
We walk to my Maserati and he opens the driver door for me. Custom designed and flown in from Italy, my new baby is perfect. Cherry red exterior with black leather interior, such a dominating appearance. I have custom rims, custom door and custom mirrors throughout the whole car. One of the things I love most about the car is the fact it is completely bullet proof. I paid extra for the designers to put a stronger body on the car to ricochet and hit the shooter.
Yeah, I love my baby.
There are suicide doors and heated seats. In front both of the driver and passenger seats, I have mini flat screens that are connected to the Wi-Fi. I like it so I am able to keep up with traffic and also be able to check the news.
Living in Detroit, you would be surprised the amount of news we get here.
It takes us about fifteen minutes to get to the club and I drive right into the secret garage that I had built three months ago. I don’t need people knowing my coming and goings. It feels like I’m in a prison with that shit and there is no way in hell that I enjoy it.
Trina is waiting for me at the door of the garage opening my door for me. I step out of my seat and once I’m standing at full height, I straighten myself. I’m not going to be looking like a hot fucking mess at my club. No, I have an image and reputation to uphold.
“Trina, show Raul to the security lounge and then meet me in front of the entrance in five minutes. I need full knowledge over who is coming in and out of the club at all times.”
Before they can answer me, I walk away and straight into my office. I pull the note of my clutch and compare it to the other notes I received.
Of course, same fucking hand writing.
Someone is breaking into my office and I need to know who it is like yesterday. These bastards can’t be snooping around my office. Of course, I have everything locked up and there’s no way you can tell where anything is, I don’t need them to go looking.
I rub my hand down the back of my head to soothe my thick hair. I comb my fingers through the waves to get the sexy look I like. I’m going to need to check the cameras as soon as I can.
Fuck it. I might as well do it now.
“Jesus,” I mumble to myself as I boot up the app on my phone to check the cameras.
Nothing. What the actual hell? The only people that come to my office are Raul and Trina… Then Mason.
Shaking off that thought, I pocket my phone and grab the keys to all the rooms to get them open for everyone. Once I have my hands on all of the keys, I take myself up the stairs to the party rooms.
Each room is equipped with something special for the equally special guests that will occupy these rooms. I like to make sure that every room is to my satisfaction before I allow them to be rented out.
Once I have everything up to my satisfaction, I walk to the next room and do a walk through. Trina comes in behind me and starts telling me all of the guests that have arrived.
“Mark and Tina, Megan and Macy are here. Also, I have noticed that the guy from earlier is here again. Are you wanting me to bring him up here?”
I nod, and then look around. “Yeah, tell him to have three different courses prepared for a total of ten people within the next two hours. Make sure he doesn’t make anything too heavy. My guests want premium food and bring me his NDA.”
She nods and then writes some stuff down. “No problem, Ms. McGrace. I will make sure he understands everything. Discretion is key.”
It’s my turn to nod and then I walk past her. It’s almost time for me to meet my guests and interest them into paying the five thousand dollars a night for each of my suites.
What? Luxury is not cheap; these bastards will pay for it too.
I walk into the main lobby that is separating the club from the main part of the business and greet some people.
