Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Smiling, I took a sip.
Max inhaled and shook his head.
“What?”
“You like that shit, Em. Don’t you?”
“Like what?”
“Your fucking kitty being on that big dick energy shit.”
I tried to wipe away the smile but couldn’t.
“Yo. Stop liking that shit.”
I shrugged. “He’s the Lion.”
“Eh, there’s guns and then there’s fucking voodoo-hoodoo shit.”
“Would you relax?”
“All I know is that he better not get some curse put on all of us because he wants to come into other people’s territory swinging his dick around.”
“I’ll make sure that Kaz will be good.” I turned my view back to X’s picture. It had a white background. A huge smile spread across his face. The image stopped a little above his chest.
I leaned my head to the side. “Where did you get this picture?”
“That was his mug shot from the last birthday we celebrated in Harlem.”
“You mean that night when you got him crazy high in Central Park?”
“We were having fun and not breaking any laws, and then the cops came around, fucking with innocent brothers.”
I shook my head. “That’s not exactly how it happened.”
“Pretty much. Fucking cops saw five pounds of weed in my book bag and thought I was in distribution and shit.”
I eyed him. “Because. . .five pounds of weed.”
“Seemed like the perfect amount for X’s birthday.” Max grinned. “Great motherfucking memories.”
“Yep.” I let out a long breath. “Only X would smile in a mug shot.”
“It was his birthday. Jail or not, you got to smile on your birthday.”
I laughed.
On the stage, Cruifix’s members began tuning their instruments.
I took another sip of my vodka and gazed that way.
Ivan, the lead singer, stepped up to the microphone and grabbed it. Soon, his raspy voice filled the air.
The first time I saw the band, I didn’t really pay attention. It was the party where Kaz wanted me to meet all of his family and friends. I was too nervous trying to pay attention to names and faces.
But now I had the time to take in Crucifix.
They seemed to be an eclectic group, each with their own unique style and personality.
Tall and rippling with lean muscle, Ivan had blue eyes and a shock of jet-black hair that fell across his forehead. And he had the sort of face that commanded attention. That was probably why so many women were making their way to the stage.
Gripping the microphone, Ivan said several things in Russian. It was hard to figure it all out, but it sounded like he was making jokes.
Several people in the audience laughed.
I checked out the drummer.
What the hell was his name again? I think. . .Sergei. . .maybe.
He was slim and tatted up, with long hair tied back in a ponytail. It was hard to describe, but he had this let-the-devil-show-up smile.
Then there was Alexei. He continued to tune his guitar. He had short-cropped hair and a serious expression.
Right when I was going to check out the other guitarist, I caught David prowling through the crowd with a fluid, effortless grace. His gaze was fixed on Blue as she talked with Fatuma and Nina.
Is Kaz with him?
I checked around and didn’t see him.
Fuck. Where are you, baby?
Max tilted my way. “Look at this motherfucker.”
“Who? David?”
“Hell yeah.”
I put my focus back on David.
Max flicked ash onto the floor. “Watch how smooth this motherfucker is when he thinks no one is looking.”
I smirked.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored designer suit, David moved towards Blue with the confident swagger of a man who was used to getting what he wanted.
Alright, King. Come through.
Max held the joint between his two fingers. “First, we have the King’s step one.”
David reached Blue, he nodded at Fatuma and Nina and then slyly placed his hand on the small of Blue’s back.
I see you, David.
“Then, the King’s step two.” Max took a long drag.
Leaning in, David brushed his lips against Blue’s ear and whispered something.
I raised my eyebrows.
Turning to David and meeting his gaze, a blush spread across Blue’s face.
I took a sip of my vodka and swallowed it. “Oh, he definitely said something fly.”
“Sure did. Made her blush.” Max took a long drag. Then, smoke left his nostrils. “Bet her blue panties are soaking wet.”
“Eh. Relax.”
“Sorry. I’m just stating facts, Em. The sensual hand to the back move is a classic panty wetter.” Max pointed at David with the joint’s tip. “Now, check out step three.”
“Step three?”
“Got to have a step three to seal the deal.”
I watched.
While David whispered something again, his hand inch by inch slipped from her back, moved over her behind, and then he gently squeezed her bottom as if it were his.
I blinked.
“Nice and simple.” Max pursed his lips and then kissed the tips of the fingers as if savoring the flavor of a delicious meal. “If David wasn’t so focused on licking Kaz’s balls, he would have been sealed the deal with Blue.”