“The Pearly Gates.” He chuckles, and when he sees me look at my face through the rearview mirror, he promptly stops.
“What’s so funny?” I ask with barely controlled rage.
“Nothing, ma’am. You just don’t look the type, is all. With you pregnant and all.” I roll my eyes at his simple-minded response to a woman asking to go to a strip club.
“I own it. So watch your mouth.” His eyes bug out, and he shakes his head.
“Nah, are you the King Pins girl?” Who?
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He snorts.
“Right, lady.” He raises the partition, but not before I hear him start talking on his phone.
“I got some rich bitch in my limo claiming to own the Pearly Gates…”
I go over the name he asked, and then it hits me.
“Fucking Lucas.”
CHAPTER THREE
KING
The rave was going smoothly.
I should have listened to Jester weeks ago. Maybe the body that hit the morgue last night wouldn’t have happened. I sit with my rocks glass, swiveling it around and looking at the floor. I’m playing the role of indifferent drug lord as best I can.
I avoid eye contact. Nod, when people have the guts to say hello, and on the rare occasion that a woman is ballsly enough to approach me, I growl, which normally sends them running scared or calling me an asshole.
Somehow, the woman in front of me right now doesn’t seem to be getting the picture.
“Awe, Sugar, your lap looks mighty cold. I bet my fine ass would warm it right up. Aren’t you sick of sitting on that throne all alone?” I groan inwardly and let the grimace take over my face.
“Fuck off, you are fit to be one of my dancers, let alone my queen.” She shrieks and launches herself at me.
I grab her arms before she can scratch at my face.
“Boss,” Bruno comes up beside me, and I sigh, thinking he’s here to help me with this crazy ass bitch.
“Can you grab her,” I struggle with the woman who is trying to climb up my torso to fucking bite me?
“BOSS!” I turn my face away from the woman and frown.
“I’m a little busy here, Bruno!” He points, but I can’t look because this bitch will take advantage.
“I don’t hit women,” I shake her to make her stop.
I’m starting to reconsider that stance cause if she tries to kick me in the balls again, I’m slapping the shit out of her.
“MOVE. I do.” My heart stops.
I would know that voice anywhere.
It’s been haunting my dreams and every waking hour for months. I drop the woman and step back, turning to look right into Gianna’s furious eyes. I raise my hands and gesture for her to take over.
“He doesn’t want me, you fat whore! What makes you think he wants some dumb pregnant bitch?” I bite my lip when I watch Gianna pull a blade from the holster she’s wearing under her jacket.
Gianna has the woman flat on her back faster than my eyes can track. She presses the blade under the woman’s chin, drawing a drop of blood while holding her down by the throat.
