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They show the clip of Lucian being wheeled into the back of the ambulance. I can see the outline of Ralf as one of the EMTs. He seems to have his hands in everything Lucian does.
I take this time to call the hospital to see if they have any news on Paul. It’s been two days since he overdosed and I don’t know much about how he is healing from it.
“Operator,” a woman answers.
“Hi, I was wondering if I could get news on my brother, Paul Morris. He is in room five-oh-three.”
“Certainly. I transfer you to the nurse.”
The line goes quiet for a minute as my call goes through.
“Emergency room!”
“Hi, I was wondering if I could get an update on my brother, Paul Morris.”
The woman’s nails click against the keyboard before she answers my question. “What is your name?”
“Mason. I’m on his list.”
She goes quiet again before typing on the computer. “Yes, it looks like you are. Your brother is stable for the time being, but he is still in a coma.”
My heart drops. “Is it drug induced?”
The woman on the phone mumbles something before answering me. “Yes. The doctor says you should come in and discuss his care with him.”
“Thank you,” I murmur before hanging up.
How am I supposed to go to the hospital when I’m sitting here waiting for my life to change?
Am I ready to be a KingPin?
Chapter Thirteen
Lucian
My gang is freaking out over my death. Of course, this makes me feel good, but I don’t like how they stopped doing what they are supposed to be doing.
I’m watching the meeting where Ralf introduces Mason to The 3-1-3 from my upstairs apartment in the club. My new home until I get this shit handled with Raul.
“We suffered a great loss by losing Lucian,” Ralf starts off.
I’m on the couch wearing a pair of sweatpants and a baggy tee shirt. Something I would never be caught dead in if I wasn’t in hiding. I have a rep to protect here.
“Some of you are already asking who is going to take over this sector and I have the answer to your questions. Before Lucian died, she named her successor and it’s Mason.”
“What the fuck?” Tony, one of my foot soldiers, screams out. “Who the fuck is this? How do we know he wasn’t the one that killed Lucian? I can’t believe you’re going to let some intruder in when we just lost our QueenPin!”
He has always been the mouthiest of my foot soldiers, but he’s loyal. He’s the one who I can call and get him to handle some shit that needs to be handled. He’s also the one who will be taking over my lieutenant position when I become undead.
Mason stands in front of them looking absolutely delicious. He’s wearing a button down shirt that shows off his tattoos on his body. The tattoos were something I requested he got for taking over the position. His hair is pushed off to the side with his lips curled up in a smirk.
I will give him one thing he looks like a KingPin. I did well with grooming him.
“I know I’m new, but I’m good at what I do know how to do,” Mason states with conviction.
Damn. I never knew he was domineering like this. It is actually a turn on.
He looks over the group of men who are seated in front of him. The same men that are on my roster, who are trained to kill and trained to push product across state and country lines.
