Page 5 of KingPin
I shake my head as I stuff the money in varying bags. The quicker I get it out of his sight, the quicker I can get him focused on other things.
Like getting Raul and fucking him up.
“Luca, baby. You know I want to be there for you,” he tries to soothe.
I deadpan him. “I don’t need your help or anyone else’s help when it comes to my fucking gang. This is my sector, my club, my reputation! Do you understand?” I about yell in his face. My hands are gripping the desk as I lean over to look at him. I want him to see how serious I am.
“I’ll give you a week to sort this shit out. I would go talk to that caterer and get-a-way driver Raul hired. I bet you he has a shit ton of information that we could use.”
I want to slam my head against the damn desk. Why the fuck didn’t I think about going over there and seeing what he knows? I don’t want Ralf to be right, but I’m thinking he is.
“Thanks, Ralf. I believe you know the way out.”
He chuckles. “Nah. I’m going to stay for the rest of the meeting. I’m assuming everyone is down the hall?” He asks with his eyebrow raised.
There is no way to get out of this. I have to allow him to sit in on the meeting or he’s going to fuck with me even more. Plus, I want him to focus on this instead of focusing on Katie.
The same woman who tried to save my life all of those years ago, called me and needed my help. Little did I realize what she did. She stole Ralf’s keys and wallet making the whole situation lethal for us. If Mason hadn’t shown up, we would have been killed in the middle of the bathroom. I have no doubt in my mind, he would have killed us.
That was also the same day Mason found out who I truly am. I am a domanatrix, that’s for sure. But I have many other hats that I don’t like people knowing.
Plus, even though I was starting to feel something for the man, I didn’t want to tell him who I truly am. I’m proud of being the QueenPin of the 3-1-3 Gang. I just can’t stand the judging looks everyone gives me.
“You don’t think I can handle my crew?” I hiss at Ralf.
He waves me off and walks out of my office. What am I going to do?
By the time I have bundled all of the money and locked it up, I’m stuffing a granola bar in my mouth before walking down to the room. I miss the food Mason prepared. For being young, he was a good chef. I would have Trina, my assistant at The Venetian, make me a plate and put it aside so I can eat it.
I don’t trust anyone and anyone has the ability to try and take a hit out on me. I don’t eat in public or around people for that reason. I also don’t want people seeing any vulnerability. One slip up of a food I don’t like or an allergy, then I’m dead.
I’m mentally preparing myself for what it is going to be like going to talk to Mason. Am I going to have to beg to get him to come back? I sure hope not. I don’t beg. The truth is, we desperately need someone we can trust working here.
I miss the way his muscles moved when he took his shirt off. He wasn’t a body builder, but he had a good physique. His chest and arm muscles moved in a kinky dance when he fucked his hand or fucked Trina.
And not to forget his smile.
What the hell?
Shaking off these thoughts, I take myself into the meeting room to get some shit handled.
I slam the door shut behind me. “Who knew?” I demand.
Everyone looks stupid.
“The money that is missing. Someone had to take it and I want to know who,” I question.
Manuel is the only one that says anything. “Luca, you know whatever you want, I got you.”
I nod at him but that doesn’t quench my thirst for blood. I look at everyone’s faces and stop at the newest member of my crew, Jordan.
“Jordan, what do you know?” I ask.
“Uh, I don’t know much… But I think you have someone in here stealing.”
“No fucking shit!” I yell. “What do you know? What is the purpose of having a crew if no one protects me and protects our products? I should just get rid of everyone in here,” I threaten.
By the gasps, they know what I mean. They know I don’t just meanfire.
