Page 18 of KingPin
I narrow my eyes at her. “You don’t trust me?”
Lucian stands up from her seat at the couch and walks over to the kitchen in the pseudo apartment. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. We have a lot riding on this.”
I watch her move around the kitchen. She looks like a completely different person with her hair in a loose pony and wearing jeans. Without any makeup on, she doesn’t look like the QueenPin we all have come to know.
She looks absolutely gorgeous. My dick hardens in my pants as I watch her make a cup of coffee. She sniffs the coffee first and rolls her eyes while sticking a coffee pod into the Keurig.
“Man, I would kill for a Biggby right now!”
“You drink Biggby?” I ask incredulously. There’s no way someone like her would like the popular coffee franchise in the mid-west. I have had a couple coffees from there before, and it’s good, but it’s expensive as fuck.
“Yes! I have a bad sweet tooth,” Lucian admits.
This is the first time she has admitted something about herself to me. I’m liking the more relaxed Lucian. In these moments, she’s sharing something with me that she probably wouldn’t if she had the whip in her hand.
“What’s your favorite kind of coffee?” I ask.
She answers right away. “In the fall, I get a pumpkin latte with chai in it. In the winter, I get a peppermint stick mocha. Then on the other seasons, I alternate between an avalanche and a black bear.”
“I haven’t had those.”
She grabs the coffee cup from under the coffee brewer and screws up her nose. “Yeah. I get it with skim milk because of the amount of sugar in the coffees. It’s good, though. If you get it iced, it’s like ice cream.”
I mentally store this information about her into my brain.
Lucian walks by me and her leg brushes mine as she does. The molten attraction between us is like a tidal wave through my body. It’s instant.
She steps back a little and sits across from me. She takes a sip and spits it back out.
“That bad?” I ask.
She nods. “It’s disgusting. How am I supposed to live on this shit until we find Raul? For real. I’m about to becomeundeadfor twenty minutes every morning to get a coffee.”
I chuckle. “It can’t be that bad. Speaking of Raul, have you had any sightings of him?”
“Nope. Not a one. I’ll find him, though. He probably won’t be coming by the office tomorrow to get his kick up.”
“How do I dokick ups?” What the fuck is a kick up?
She sets the coffee down on the table and gives it a bitchy look. “Bring me the black book that’s in my desk in the morning when you get back from doing the run. All of my numbers are in there and I can see how much everyone earns. Every week, each of them gets a stipend for what they have done for me and they come get it.”
“Do you honestly think Raul won’t be coming tomorrow?”
The thought of seeing that asshole has my blood boiling. I don’t want to see his smug face as he shoots me right between the eyes. He’s going to find out who’s in charge of the gang sooner rather than later. I know that he is the one who gave Paul the bad bag of cocaine. That mother fucker.
“I doubt it. He would be really fucking stupid to show up after trying to be a hit out on me.”
“You think he’s just going to disappear?”
There is no way that asshole is just going to leave me alone. I bet what’s going to happen is he’s going to try and take over the gang. He’s going to push me out or kill me.
Lucian shrugs. “I don’t know. What I do know is you need to get downstairs. Ralf will be there with you when your accepting the bag from Petey.”
“Who’s Petey?”
“He’s a supplier I use on the downlow. He has a lot of good shit, but he’s an asshole. He’s like a used car salesman.”
“Hey, who’s this?” A woman asks appearing from another room.
