Page 15 of KingPin
It’s not uncommon for me to go see my parents at the cemetery. It’s something a lot of people have seen me do and it’s symbolic.
I’m going to the cemetery to die publicly today.
My outfit has already been picked out from earlier. I have a tee shirt and a pair of jeans to go to the cemetery in. There is no sense in wearing a skirt to go see my parents. Plus, no one would believe that I would wear that there.
I look around my apartment one more time before leaving. After today, I’m going to be spending a lot of time at The Venetian in the upper rooms to get everything on track. Plus, I don’t have to leave to get anything.
“I’ll be back soon…” I mumble to my place.
Instead of taking the private elevator down to the garage, I take the public one. I need as many people to see me as I leave as possible. The more people that see me, the more the news would spread about my death.
I walk out into the parking garage and go straight for my Mercedes. I was going to take the Bentley, but I don’t want anyone else driving my baby.
The drive to the cemetery isn’t too far from my apartment. I did this on purpose. Even though my parents have been dead for years, I still like to see them. It is almost as if I get to sit and talk with them.
For the first year, I wasn’t able to go to the cemetery to see them. Everything was still too fresh and I couldn’t break down in the middle of the graveyard like a little bitch. Slowly, I have been able to go see them.
By the time I park, I’m antsy to get this shit over with. The quicker I can die, the quicker I can get my gang back in order.
Plus, I’m antsy about being around Mason for the indefinite future. Being around him sparks something inside of me that I can’t explain. I don’t know what to do about it.
I shake those thoughts out of my head to focus on what’s in front of me.
Every time I see my parents, I feel a heaviness that doesn’t subside. It’s not fair that they were killed because of my brother, Ghost, who fucked up big time. It was because of him that caused a lot of the bull shit in my life.
After parking my car, I slide out to walk towards their tombstones. It isn’t too busy inside the cemetery which is a good thing. I want attention, but I don’t need that much attention.
My phone vibrates in my back-pocket signifying its time to go. I know that Ralf is out in the middle of the trees waiting for me so he can take his aim.
It needs to be public for it to count.
I feel something sharp hit me in the back with a loud crack. The loud crack echoes through the trees making people scream and run.
“Holy shit!”
I scream loud enough for people to hear me before falling over. The fake bullet hit the fake blood making my killing look realer. My back hits the ground and I close my eyes.
People are running away from me instead of running towards me, which is good. I don’t want them to try and see if I’m still breathing. I have been doing exercises that slow my breathing, though.
I lay in the middle of the ground of the cemetery, in front of my parents’ tombstones, dying. All because of a gang war.
In a matter of minutes, I hear the sirens for the ambulance that Ralf has bought from the county. He’s driving the ambulance to pick me up and take me out of here.
Again, I can’t believe that one of these people rush over to help me. It is baffling to me. Then again, we are in the “ghetto” part of Detroit.
Little do they recognize they could have seen the slain QueenPin before anyone else does.
Chapter Twelve
Mason
I’m seated in the upper apartments for The Venetian watching the news. I know what is about to be on it, but it still feels strange.
It feels strange being in a room waiting for the woman who hasn’t treated me the best, to come back. I’m about to risk my life for her and I don’t even think she likes me.
My dick thinks I should just try and fuck her and move on. However, my dick isn’t the one who keeps getting the stop sign thrown in his face every time he talks to Lucian.
“Breaking news! A well-known club owner has been found shot dead in Oak Woods Cemetery today. There is little details regarding the murder as there weren’t any witnesses. The Detroit Police Department are urging anyone that has information regarding this, to please come forward. Anonymous tips are also greatly appreciated.”
