Page 3 of KingPin
Well, I almost did.
“I’m asking a legit question. Does anyone have anything to confess before I count every bill?” I question.
Everyone looks at each other before turning their eyes on me.
Without having the main suspect here, I’m able to ask the important questions I need to know. Raul has had access to everything. He would be the only person capable of stealing from me.
No one speaks up.
“All right. I want you fuckers to realize something. If I find out someone is stealing from me, I will kill you. I don’t give two shits how long you’ve been with me, I will kill you. I have paid every one of you really good since day one. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yeah, Lucian,” they all answer.
I nod one more time before leaving the room and walking into my office. I had locked all money in my office safe to make sure I had my eyes on it. I know for a fact, no one has got into it since I moved the money.
Oh shit! I forgot.
I walk back into the room and look everyone. “Until I’m done counting, I don’t want anyone to leave. You leave, you’re guilty. Also, I want all cell phones to be given to me.”
My ten trusted lieutenants grumble as they hand over their phones. They had to have known I was going to ask for this to happen. I’m not giving anyone the opportunity to talk to Raul or Ralf about what I’m doing.
“I’ll be back,” I mumble and walk back to my office with the phones.
I close the door to the office and begin to lay out the money. If everything is right, I should have four hundred thousand dollars in my office and had an additional eight hundred thousand at home. If my calculations are correct, I have the money bundled in ten thousand dollar bundles and I’m going to count every single bill.
No one is going to get the jump on me. Fuck that.
Chapter Two
Mason
“So, tell me about your past work experience,” Jim O’Dell, the owner of another club in Detroit, asks me.
I shift in my seat. Fuck! How am I supposed to admit I was used as some sex slave and getaway driver while making a shit ton of money?
“I liked it a lot, but it didn’t challenge me in the way I felt as if I needed to be challenged,” I answer stupidly. I just gave some bull shit reason which he’s going to call me out on.
He looks down at the resume before looking back at me. He’s a well-known person in the club business for hiring the hottest waitresses and all of that. I’m hoping it’s true. I need someone to help take my mind off of Lucian.
The woman who managed to make me do things I never thought I would do. The same woman who is a fucking drug lord or something. Is she part of the cartels? I’m pretty sure she’s the leader of The 3-1-3.
“I will have to check with Mr. MrGrace for a recommendation for you regarding your work you did for him,” Jim advises. “It’s standard procedure for all of our new hires before we hire them.”
I nod. “Of course,” I reply without any confidence. “One thing,” I add. “The Venetian is owned by a woman. It is Miss McGrace.”
Maybe I’m being purely selfish by correcting Jim on Lucian’s gender or maybe I’ve officially gone crazy. If he calls to speak with Lucian and refers to her as a guy, it could ruin my chances of getting hired. That is the last thing I need. However, I have realized I have been fucking insane lately.
I want to hang my head for being so stupid and putting The Venetian on my application. Of course, they would want to contact Lucian to make sure I’m a valuable employee. What I don’t want if for her to tell them how I walked out on her in the restroom.
Jesus. I’m going to remove The Venetian off of my application. Every single time someone asks about it, I feel like a bigger loser than before.
“Do you have any questions for me?” Jim asks me with his eyebrows raised.
I shake my head. “I don’t think I do. Thank you for your time.” I stand up out of my chair to shake his hand. His hand reaches out cautiously to shake mine and I turn to leave.
I know for a fact I’m not going to get the position. Lucian will never give me a good recommendation and I should have known that.
I walk by a couple of people on the street and they smile and wave at me. Most people don’t acknowledge those around them in the heart of Detroit but I do my best to not be a dick.
