Page 22 of KingPin
“Ready?”
I shift on my feet and walk out behind him. The second we get to the car he points to the back seat. “You ride in the back. But put this on first!”
He throws a bullet proof vest at me and puts his on over his clothes. “Yeah, it’s like that sometimes. You gotta be prepared for the shit when it blows.”
Back when I drove for Lucian, I noticed she sat in the back, too. I thought it was just a not enough seats in the car thing or she was just being dramatic.
I climb into the back and Ralf starts up the car.
“This is going to go really easy. As long as you have your eyes on everything in the room, you should be fine. The next drop, you’re doing on your own. You got me?”
“Yeah.”
He shakes his head. “You also have to work on your presentation,” he pulls down towards the ramp for the highway. “I know you got feelings for Lucian. I’m not saying you shouldn’t go for it, but she doesn’t want to be with a little bitch.”
“Excuse me?” Did he just call me a bitch? What the fuck. “You don’t even know me.”
“I do know you walked out on Lucian when you should have stayed.”
“Are we going to have a problem?” I question. “It feels as if we’re going to have a problem here.”
He chuckles. “Nah. We don’t have a problem. Yet. You fuck with my girl, though, we got a problem.”
Ralf doesn’t talk to me for the rest of the trip until we’re pulling into some warehouse in Chicago. I’m looking around to check the location to make sure there isn’t anything out of the ordinary.
Like I would know what is ordinary.
He slides a gun over the seats for me to grab it. “It’s loaded. Have you ever shot a gun before?”
Jesus fucking Christ. “Yeah.” I do live in Detroit, after all.
“Don’t fuck up my drop. You got me? We have a lot riding on this and want to keep shit the way it is. Put this on.”
I grab the mask he’s dangling in front of me. I guess it’s a good thing to have it so they don’t know who I am. “Yeah. You’re really giving me the confidence I need to do this; you know.”
“Get the fuck out of the car and let’s get this done.”
I climb out of the car and stretch out my back. I’m on the taller side so sitting in the small back seat isn’t very comfortable for me. In fact, my back is feeling the strain already.
Ralf hands me the bag and points towards the warehouse. “Make sure you watch your surroundings and check to make sure no one’s going to get the jump on you.”
“Yeah.”
I’m looking around the warehouse which looks pretty abandoned. With all of the trees and grass overgrowing, you can barely make out the front door of the warehouse from here.
Do I just go in? Do I knock first?
Wait! I’m the KingPin! I’m going in and getting this shit handled.
The door opens and someone steps out that looks pissed off. “Ralf, who’s this?” The man growls.
He stands under six foot with a face full of facial hair. I can see his gang tattoos from here since he has them all visible. The guy looks mean as fuck.
“Doesn’t matter who I am. I’m here to do the trade,” I answer with more confidence than I feel.
The guy looks impressed. “Yeah, right. I’m not letting you into my house until I know who you are.”
“Mason. I’m the new leader of The 3-1-3,” I tell him.
