Page 27 of KingPin
It’s that simple.
“I’m totally enjoying breaking all of these laws to help you, but I need this bull shit around us to stop.”
All three of them look at me as if I’m crazy. I probably am. Actually, I know I am. I’m pedaling drugs for a woman that doesn’t want anything to do with me besides bossing me around.
Now here’s the fucked up part. I like when she bosses me around. I like that she takes control and pushes me past my limit. What I don’t like is the fact she doesn’t want anything more to do with me.
“Katie, I need you to go to my office and get my black book. Ralf, I need you to get your guys and find Raul. I’m tired of being dead,” Lucian orders without looking at me.
I’m getting up off the seat when she puts her hand out to stop me. “What?” I question.
“I need you to stay. We have something to talk about.”
My eyes widen and my pulse speeds up. My dick thickens in my pants at her authoritative voice. And like a dumb ass, I sit back down to wait and hear what she wants to tell me.
“It’s about damn time!” Katie calls out. She blows me a kiss and thrusts her hips out in the air.
Ralf nods. “Yeah, I got you.”
Within a matter of seconds, they are gone leaving me and Lucian alone.
She scoops up all of the baggies, stuffing it in the duffle bag. Once the table is clear of the shit, she sits in front of me with a wicked smile.
“What is going on?” I question. I’m dying to know why she’s being this way. If she doesn’t want anything more from me than my dick, I can’t do this shit. I want a wife. I want something more than just fucking some randoms.
Does that make me a bad person? I don’t think so.
“Mason, I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to answer me.”
That voice. That voice that demands attention and cooperation. The same voice that makes me harder than concrete. It’s that voice that makes me want to fall to my knees and do everything she wants me to do.
I’m such a pussy.
I swallow. “Yeah.”
Lucian smiles at me tightly. “Do you miss being with me?”
I can’t believe it! “I would have liked to have been with you a little more conventionally.”
“Answer my question.”
We are in an old Western stand off as we stare at each other from across the table. Neither of us are going to admit our true feelings and this sucks.
“I don’t know what it was like being with you, Lucian. You never gave me the option to be anything more than your fuck boy.”
Her head flies back but she quickly gains her composure back. “I’m going to let that slide.”
I shrug. “Do what you want. What are you trying to ask me?”
Lucian taps her nails against the table a couple of times making the clicking noise echo through the space. “I want to know if you wanted to try again with me.”
I can’t help it. I chuckle. “Are you serious right now?” She can’t be serious! “Again? You mean after you embarrassed me and treated me like some fuck boy?”
Lucian wants to be with me? She wants to have a relationship with me after everything? What kind of person is tempted to say yes to this? Me.
“Are you sayingno?”
I shake my head to clear it. I have no idea what to say at this point nor do I think I will ever know. Lucian is asking me to give her a chance?
