Page 56 of Queenpin

She shakes her head. “We don’t have time for this. I need you to do me a favor.”

“I’m not doing fucking shit for you unless you tell me what the fuck is going on,” I snap.

Her secrets and everything she doesn’t tell me, it’s beginning to piss me the fuck off more than I want to admit to myself. She drags me out into the middle of Detroit to do who-knows-what and won’t tell me why I’m here?

Oh fuck no.

We’re not playing this game.

“You’re going to tell me why I’m here or I’m leaving,” I explain.

Lucian’s eyes look like they are about to pop out of her head. “I don’t have time for this!” She yells and looks at the woman on the ground. “This is why I don’t get my subs involved in anything I do outside of the club.”

The woman on the floor winces. “I don’t want to tell you what to do, but we need to get the fuck out of here before Ralf busts that door open!”

“Why would Ralf bust the door open?” I implore.

“What happened to you?”

I’m too confused to be nice and ask her the questions I should be asking her. I should be asking she needs to go to the hospital or something instead of standing here like a dumb ass.

The woman on the floor groans and rolls into a tight ball. “We need to get out of here before it’s too late!”

Lucian looks at me and then looks down at the woman on the floor. Her eyes are wide, and she almost looks scared. “I will explain everything to you, I promise.”

“No, you will explain everything to right now!” I demand. “I have been driving for you, haven’t I? It’s been you all along? What are you into? What have you got me into?”

I’m not completely an innocent person but being attached to something like this could ruin me in the chef industry.

There goes my fucking job at Lucian’s club. I’m never going to make that much money again. There’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to keep working for her knowing that she’s involved in some drug trade?

“Are you in some drug trade?” I ask her with my eyebrows knitted together.

“It’s really fucking complicated and I don’t have the time to explain it to my sub!”

My head slams back. “I’m not your sub anymore. If that’s all I have been to you this whole time, fuck you, Lucian. Fuck you and all your shit you have going on.”

Lucian’s trying to backpedal and figure out a way to save this from blowing up in her face, but the damage has been done. I can’t even look at her anymore. She’s not the woman I thought she was.

She’s not the woman I wanted her to be.

Did I even know who she was?

Without a second thought, I turn on my heels and walk out. I can’t stand looking at her anymore.

Did I make up the whole relationship like some chick? Did I honestly think she was going to fall for a guy like me?

I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be someone I’m not.