Page 28 of Queenpin
Raul pops his head through my door. “Luca, I got your money.”
He walks in with the bag in front of him and a silly smile on his face.
“What are you smiling at?” I ask him.
“Guess who our new driver is.”
“Raul, I do not have fucking time for this,” I snarl at him and take the bag with the money in it.
“You might have the time to know your precious new sub is also your driver.”
I drop the bag on the ground and turn to look at him. “You better not fuck anything up for me.”
He throws his hands in the air. “You forget who you’re talking to, Luca. I’ve been here since you got jumped-in. I’ve been here for you this whole time. Everything you needed, I got you.”
“I don’t have time for you to be all jealous over the new guy,” I hiss.
Raul chuckles mirthlessly. “I’m not jealous over him. You’re the one who’s fucked up for letting him in. How do you know he’s not working for the cops? How do you know he’s not gonna fuck us over? You don’t know anything about him. How the fuck do you know he’s not going to get tired of you not letting him have your pussy and then rat?”
I pick up the bag off the ground and walk over to my desk. I plop the bag on it, unzipping it then counting out fifteen grand. I hand it over to him. “Thank you for your services today, Raul.”
I don’t say anything else as I count the rest of the twenty thousand dollars. I have to scan each bill to make sure it’s not counterfeit. The last thing I need is to pay for something and have it been fucking fake. The feds will be all over my club in a heartbeat.
“You’re going to choose him over me?” He barks.
“I’m not choosing anyone, Raul. Stop being jealous! Go fuck someone else.”
He shakes his head. “You’re going to regret this, Lucian. I swear to fucking God, you’re going to regret this. He’s going to fuck you over and it’s only a matter of time before the rest of the gang finds out.”
“Finds out what, exactly?” I snap. “What are you going to tell them?”
Raul’s eyes bulge his head. “Find out about all the shit you’ve been doing on the side.”
I take my gun out of my pocket and aim it as his head. I feel the weight of the gun in my hands and relish the feeling of it. “What’s stopping you from ratting? What’s stopping you from turning on the only person who’s ever cared about you?”
“The fact that I love you.”
“You don’t love me. I’m not the loveable type. You love the idea of what I could do for you. Raul, get out of my office and I never want to hear that shit again or I will kill you.”
