Page 37 of KingPin
“We gotta go get him!” I inform her. My eyes and thoughts are how to get out of here quickly. I don’t need any more looks from Katie.
“Jesus. Luca, this is probably a joke. Right?”
“There’s a joke and then there’s this. That mother fucker planted a bomb in my hideaway house. Why the fuck would he do that if he didn’t have plans to kill me? If he didn’t have plans to kill me, he is trying really fucking hard to scare me. I’m not dealing with this anymore, Katie.”
I leave the room and start walking around my hideaway house to grab all of my weapons. I gave Mason quite a few of my guns for tonight’s meet up, but I still have a shit ton left over.
Walking into one of the play rooms, I open the closet door. Inside of the closet, there’s a bunch of different levers, whips and chains for a fun filled evening. In the back of my mind, I think about how I need to exert my dominance over someone sexually. Mason’s face flashes before my eyes.
I will settle for killing Raul.
That fucker has pissed me off for the last time and now he’s about to pay.
I enter the code to the safe in the back of the closet. Any well-respected gangster would have their main stash on lock down. There’s no way in hell, I want to be robbed of my guns and everything needed to run my gang.
Even though I’mdead,this gang is still mine and I want it back.
“Are you sure about this?” Katie asks as she leans against the doorframe to the closet.
I want to slap her across the face. She of all people know how hard it is to be a woman in this world.
“It is past time for thinking about it. You and I both know, what needs to be done.”
She sighs. “I’m coming, too.”
I laugh mirthlessly. “Are you wanting him to kill you?” I ask flippantly while I load up a couple of my guns. I’m loading the smaller ones first so I can hide them all over my body. The more I have, the better chance I have on making sure Mason and Katie are safe.
I’m already dead. No one would even know I’m gone.
Katie growls from her perch at me. “Look, bitch. I’m tired of standing off on the sidelines. I want in!”
“Fine. It’s your funeral,” I throw over my shoulder and slam the safe shut. I have successfully loaded and stashed six guns around my body.
In my back pocket, I can feel my phone vibrating and it makes me jump clear out of my skin. Who the fuck would be calling me?
“Hello?” I answer. I’m careful to make sure I don’t have any of my well-known accents that I’m supposed to have. Which is some bull shit, if you ask me.
“Hi, this is the hospital. Is Mason available?” A woman asks through the line.
My back goes straight. Why would they be calling him on this line? This is my line I have been using since I’ve been “dead.”
I think very hard about the answer I’m going to give the woman. I know the right answer would be tell her this isn’t his line, but he gave this number to the hospital for a reason.
“I’m his wife. How may I help you?”
Katie gasps. “Wife?” She asks incredulously.
I know exactly why she’s so shocked. Never in my life had I thought I would be claiming to be someone’s wife. You don’t live a life like me and not realize you’re not wife material. I don’t know the first thing about being a wife.
The scariest part about the whole thing is the fact I’m not even scared about being his wife. I’m not even scared to give myself to him like a girlfriend would give herself to her boyfriend.
What the fuck?
“Ma’am. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, your brother-in-law died just now.”
“Are you serious?” I blurt.
“What?” Katie demands. She is gathering her hair to put into a ponytail on top of her head with her eyes wide.
