by Ws Greer
“What is all this, Dominic?” I ask, doing my best to fight back a smile.
“Every member of The Family has to kick up to the boss every month,” he says, looking down at the stacks of cash. “This is their first payment to me.”
“So, they’re paying you just for being the boss?”
“That’s right. Perks of being the boss, babe.
“How much is it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even care. This is why I can go legit and keep heat off of me. I’m gonna drop all of my rackets off to other guys in The Family, and everything with my name on it will be legal now. I run the casinos and rake in what The Family kicks up to me every month. There won’t be any heat from St. Louis PD or the FBI, because I won’t be attached to anything illegal. I’m untouchable.”
“This is fucking crazy, Dominic,” I say again, because it’s all I keep thinking.
“Yeah, it is,” he agrees as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind, and nuzzles my neck. “You know what else is crazy? Me . . . about you.”
“Aww, look at you being incredibly corny for me. How sweet.”
“I know it’s corny, but it’s true,” he says into my ear. I feel the warmth of his mouth on my skin and I become weak in the knees for him. “I’ve loved you since I was eleven years old, and nothing comes before you, Alannah. Nothing. And now that I’ve been put in this position, nothing can stand in our way. You and me are gonna rule this fucking city. Because I’m the kingpin, and you’re my queen.”
He kisses me on the neck again, and I let my head fall backwards to give him more room to work. He licks my skin and heat spreads throughout my body, warming me up in all the right places.
Dominic pushes me forward and I fall onto the stacks of money as he starts to pull down my pants. I feel hot in a way I’ve never felt before as I hear him undoing his pants and ripping open a condom wrapper. I bend over and give him access to all of me, as I lay my face on top of the money and breathe it all in. It’s like a scene from a gangster movie, as Dominic slides himself inside of me and fucks me on top of the stacks of cash. He thrusts hard and deep, like he’s been waiting all day to do it—like his newfound power has given him the hardest, most sensitive erection of his life, and he can’t hold back any longer.
I let him do it, because I love it. I love feeling his skin slam against mine, and I love his sweat dripping onto my back as I lay on top of the money. I grab it and squeeze as the orgasm hits me like a freight train, and I smile as Dominic flips me over and continues giving me everything I need, right here on top of more money than I care to count.
I know it’s dangerous, I know some would say it’s wrong. They may even say I’m stupid for staying with him. People may judge me and tell me how bad of an idea this is. Those people don’t understand, and I don’t need their approval.
I’ve known Dominic since I was eleven—that’s fourteen years of my life, and there’s no erasing that. Like I said before, when it comes to Dominic, the rules change. So, everyone can save their judgements.
I didn’t have a choice when I was fifteen. I had to move to Alaska because I was a minor, and it broke my heart into pieces that were never put back together until I came back. I have a choice whether to stay or go this time. And I choose Dominic.
He’s the kingpin, and I’m his queen.
We’re in this.
Together.
“Out of all the people in the world, the last person I expected to hear from is you.”
“Well, it took me a while to come to this decision, so I guess I surprised myself, too.”
“Alright, well, I’m here. In private, like you asked. So, what’s this about?”
“It’s about Dominic.”
“Well, I figured. Why else would you be talking to me?”
“Look, I think we both know that what just happened with The Family isn’t the best idea. I think he might be in a little over his head.”
“Maybe he is, but what the fuck is the point? He’s the boss now, so everybody in The Family has to just suck it up and accept it. There’s nothing anybody can do about it now.”
“Why not?”
“What do you mean, why not?”
“Why can’t anybody do anything about it?”
“Because that’s not the way it’s supposed to work anymore. This ain’t the nineties where John Gotti kills Paul Castellano to take his position as boss. It’s 2016, and things are done differently. So, as much as we may not like it, and as much damage as it might cause, we have to deal with it.”
“I don’t want to just deal with it. Look, I don’t want to see Dominic in this position because I don’t want to see him hurt.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? He’s the most powerful, protected man in St. Louis. Nobody would dare lay a finger on him now.”
“They would if he starts to ruin things. They would if he starts changing traditions put in place by The Commission. I bet they wouldn’t be happy about that, and you know how it would go if he did something that rubbed them the wrong way.”
“You say that like you already got some information about his plans as boss. Do you?”
“No, I just have a hunch. Look, I love Dominic, and my loyalty to him is unbreakable. I just don’t want him to be the boss of The Family, and I know you can help me come up with a way to change things.”
“Wow. I didn’t expect this from you. It’d break his heart into a million fucking pieces if he knew you were doing this.”
“It’s for his own good.”
“Alright, you called me because you thought I’d help you with this. But like I said, we don’t put a hit out on our own bosses.”
“Jesus Christ, is that what you think this is about? I don’t want him dead, I just don’t want him to be the boss. I’d never try to have him killed. I just said I loved him, didn’t I?”
“Okay then, what are you suggesting?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I called you.”
“Well, I don’t know either. He’s only been the boss for a couple of weeks. If anything suspicious happens now, it’ll be bad for everybody. It’s too soon.”
“Okay, so we wait.”
“Yeah. Whatever we come up with will have to wait. If you really want him removed from power, it’s gonna take some time. It’ll have to be a slow process over a stretch of time. And we’ll have to be careful, because like I said, if he finds out we’re doing this, it’ll destroy him. Especially with you being involved. Who knows what the fuck he might do?”
“Yeah. I know.”
“Don’t look so sad. If you’re patient, you’re gonna get exactly what you want. I’ll take some time to think on this, and we can meet up again in later. For now, just relax, alright? It’s gonna take some time and some patience, but we’ll figure something out.”
There’s so many reason why this book is special to me. I feel like the road to Kingpin was very long, and it had a lot of bumps and potholes to get over and maneuver around for me to make it to my destination. I’ve been trying to get to this place for a long time, and I kept getting lost along the way. It’s so easy to get distracted and sidetracked in this game. It’s easy to get pulled away from what you want to do when you’re doing something different from what’s popular, and I’ve fallen victim to this . . . well, five times before this. I didn’t want to get pulled away from the story I wanted to tell this time, becasue Dominic Collazo is too awesome to be watered-down.
Kingpin is my seventh novel, and those who know me best know my favorite number is seven, so I had to make this one special. I wanted a story that would have a subject that I love, with characters I’d want to read about. So, when I decided that book number seven was going to be one hundred percent WS Greer, three things popped into my head: Dominic, Alannah, and the title. Dominic and Alannah’s story had to start in the fifth grade so their love could be indestructible by the time they were in their twenties, and no other title could fit this novel. Even when I found out some
news that made me change a character name and almost made me change the title, I decided I wasn’t going to give in this time. This was my seventh book, and I absolutely had to write everything exactly the way I wanted to write it. And with just those three things in mind—Dominic, Alannah, and the title—I knew I couldn’t go wrong.
I also took the time to think about my fans who’ve been my fans since the beginning. I thought all the way back to Frozen Secrets, and I realized that fans of Frozen Secrets are probably pissed because after I wrote that book, I never went back to that genre. Kingpin is my first full-on romantic suspense since Frozen Secrets. It took me six books to get back to doing this the way I wanted to when I first started, but now that I’m back on track, I feel more confident and comfortable than ever. I can’t go wrong now. Everything is the way it’s supposed to be, and I know it’s true because Kingpin is not only my best book, it’s also my favorite of the seven I’ve published. That’s a big deal, because my first book had always been my favorite until now. I finally beat it!
So, on to the acknowledging, huh?
There isn’t anyone I’d thank before I’d thank my wife. So, give me a minute while I speak directly to her . . .
Baby, thank you so much for sticking by me through this long process. I’m seven books into this thing now and I know I’ve nagged and complained, and I’ve said one thing and done another, but you’ve had my back. You’ve supported me and let me work all this shit out, and you’ve helped to guide me as well. We’ve been partners in this from day one, and there isn’t a hair on my body that would want to do it without you. Thank you for always being there for me when the going got tough, and thank you for putting me back on the right path when I felt like I was getting pulled off of it again. Dominic ends this novel with the same mentality he had when it started because you made sure of it, and I’m very thankful for that. Dominic and I thank you! I love you, baby!
I’d also like to thank my mother for being there during the writing process for this book as well. Your excitement is always telling when you’re reading something of mine, and it lets me know I’m doing the right thing with these characters. Thank you for your support.
A huge thank you to my brother and his family, and to my father for his support as well. Thank you to all my family in E. St. Louis who’ve been in my corner, showing me love and support since I started writing. I love and miss you all!
I’d also like to thank my closest friends who I told about this book when I first started writing it. I made a point to tell guys about this book, because I wanted to see if I could write something that would draw men in, and when I saw your faces light up, I knew I had it. Every time one of you said, “That sounds like something I’d read,” knowing good and damn-well you’re not a reader, it motivated me to keep going. This book is exactly what I wanted it to be, and I have all of you to thank for helping to bring it to fruition.
Lastly, to the fans of Frozen Secrets . . .
I’m sorry I switched gears on you for a while. Admittedly, I got pulled into the popular thing, and I jumped on bandwagons when I knew I hated it. I compromised what I wanted to write for what I thought everybody else wanted to read. That’s always a bad idea. I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out, and I’m sorry I left you hanging, wondering if I’d ever write the genre that made you like me in the first place. Well, I got it all figured out, and I’m back now!
Kingpin is only the beginning. I feel like it’s my debut novel all over again, and I’m excited as hell to build my empire off of this. I’m back, and I’m here to stay!
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Frozen Secrets (A Detective Granger Novel)
Claiming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #1)
Becoming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #2)
Destroying Carter (The Carter Trilogy #3)
Defending Her
Worth Saving
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WS Greer is a bestselling romantic suspense author, and an active duty military member with the US Air Force. He’s been serving his country since 2004, and has been an author since his debut novel, Frozen Secrets, was released in 2013.
WS was born to military parents in San Antonio, Texas, and bounced around as a child, from Okinawa, Japan, to Florida, to New Mexico, where he met his high school sweetheart, who’d become his wife in 2003. Together, the two of them have two wonderful children, and are currently living overseas on the tiny island of Guam.
WS has tackled different genres throughout his writing career. From romantic suspense with his debut novel, to erotic suspense with his bestselling Carter Trilogy and Defending Her, to contemporary romance with Worth Saving.
WS has learned a lot about writing over the years, and his goal is to build a loyal and thriving fan base in the romantic suspense genre from here on out. His stories are deeply rooted in suspense, but WS loves the added drama of intense, emotional characters. Emotion, suspense, and drama is what WS does best.
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**TURN THE PAGE FOR A SNEAK PEAK INTO CLAIMING CARTER, BY WS GREER, FEATURING ABRAM BASKOV FROM KINGPIN!**
“Okay, seriously, this is the worst movie I have ever seen. Why the hell are we still here?”
“It’s not that bad, Abram,” Vlad said, as he laughed at the picture on the screen in the dark theater.
Abram shook his head in disgust. “Not that bad? It’s a tornado made of sharks, Vlad. This is a waste of money, man. Let’s fucking go. I could have spent my money on McDonald’s or something.”
“Alright, alright. We can go,” Vlad replied as he rose from his seat and started towards the path leading to the exit, ducking down to keep from blocking the view of the patrons who’d chosen to stay and endure the film. Abram stood and followed Vlad out, but he decided not to duck down. He figured if he blocked the screen, he’d be doing the other movie goers a favor.
Once outside the theater, Vlad and Abram began walking towards the parking lot.
“Dude, I have no idea where I parked the car. This place is surprisingly packed for a Thursday night. You’d figure people would be at home trying to get some rest for work tomorrow,” Vlad said.
“Maybe they have the day off, unlike us. We’re the ones who should be in bed. I have to open tomorrow,” Abram replied. “My mom will be pissed if I don’t wake up on time. And I’ll be pissed if I don’t wake up on time just because I wanted to come see the most horrible movie ever with your crazy ass.”
“Oh calm down, it wasn’t that bad. You’re just sleepy and cranky from working in that madhouse you and your mother call a restaurant, or meat shop, or whatever the hell it is. Ten-thirty was the best I could do to accommodate you and your busy ass work schedule.”
“Well I appreciate the effort, bro. It was a total failure, but at least you tried. I’m off again on Saturday, so maybe we can hang again. We can bring some chicks over here or something. What’s up with you and the Chinese chick you were telling me about?” Abram said as he closed the door to Vlad’s 1987 Ford Mustang. The door squeaked and rattled loudly as it slammed shut.
“Whoah, careful with my classic piece of shit, okay,” Vlad joked as he started the engine and pressed lightly on the gas pedal. “Anyway, yeah, me and Min are still kind of feeling each other out. But you mark my words, bro, any day now
I’ll be telling you the story of how she begged me to have sex with her right there in the backseat. You just wait and see.”
Abram let out a resounding laugh, smacking his knee. “Okay, so you are still feeling each other out. That’s the same thing you said about Mellissa Clark a few months back. If I recall correctly, she never got around to begging you to fuck her in your back seat, did she?” Abram mocked with a chuckle.
“That’s not funny, man. We were this close to making a sex tape together and selling it to TMZ,” Vlad responded as he began laughing at himself. Vlad continued to giggle as he made a right onto Huntington Road. He was too busy laughing to notice the black Cadillac that had just began following them as they exited the movie theater parking lot.
“Whatever, bro. Anyway, enough about me and my highly active sex life. What’s up with you and Sarah?” Vlad inquired.
“We’re doing good. She’s pretty busy with her job and stuff during the day, plus I’m working my ass off at the restaurant, but then she is still doing work stuff at night, too. Papers, and shit like that, which she has to have ready by the morning when she goes back to work. So, she’s busy a lot. Busier than I am. But she is a great girl, and I hope that it works out. She hasn’t exactly asked me to have sex in the back of a car yet, but other than that, it’s all good.”
What?” Vlad exclaimed. “You haven’t fucked this chick yet? What the hell is wrong with you? How long have you guys been dating?”
“First of all, nothing is wrong with me, and we’ve been seeing each other for about six months or so. She’s a good girl, bro. She believes in building a relationship with a foundation of friendship first. That’s her thing. I kind of like it, actually.”
