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)
We went over to the third casket.
“Aww.” I whistled. “This may be the most royal one of them all. Clearly very expensive.”
Precious stones and gems decorated the sides. Fine crimson silk served as the interior. To my surprise, the casket smelled of perfume.
“This is luxurious.” I checked Boris. “You really should touch the interior to experience its elegant feel. Go ahead. This is a big decision.”
Boris hesitated before reaching out to touch the silky fabric. He looked at me, his eyes pleading for mercy.
I nodded. “Choices.”
Leaving the caskets, I walked back over to my table of torture tools, stopped by the guns, and picked one up. “Lots of choices.”
The weapon lay heavy in my hand.
I lowered my hand and placed the gun at my side. “Which casket will it be, my friend?”
Boris looked at them and then finally pointed at the mahogany casket. “I choose this one.”
“Excellent choice.” I slipped my thumb along the cold metal of the gun. “Should I have Maxim send it to your mother’s home? And do not worry. I have her address.”
Boris stirred.
“It is because I have had men outside of her place and your sister’s and your cousins. . .watching. . .That is their only job—to follow your family around and watch. . .and wait. . .wait for my signal. . .”
Boris gulped.
“Choices.” Keeping the gun at my side, I stepped closer to Boris.
Barely an inch of space ran between us.
Threatening violence rose in the air.
I lowered my voice. “There was a time when you made the choice to open a door and look inside at my mouse as she moaned.”
Boris’s eyes watered.
“How beautiful it must have been to see her naked breasts bouncing, her mouth parted as she came hard on my cock.”
Boris’s breathing increased.
“Surely, you regret that.”
“I-I do.”
“But understand this, you are not here because of my forgiveness. I am still an unforgiving bastard, and I will probably be that way until I die.”
Boris shivered. I could see in his eyes that he wanted to edge back, but he did not dare.
“It is only because of Lunita and her escapades this month, that you were even allowed back around my mouse again. Do you understand that?”
“I-I will not mess up, Kazimir. I will keep my eyes where they are supposed to be. I will not disrespect you or her. I promise.”
“Is that the choice you are making?”
“Y-yes, Kazimir.”
“Look at the gardener’s mother.”
Trembling, Boris turned her way.
The family’s sobs grew louder.
Horror decorated Boris’s face.
“That may be your mother one day, if you fuck around with me.”
As he looked at the gardener’s mother, a tear spilled from his eye.
“Choices.” I stepped back and tapped my thumb against the gun. “The gardener made his choice. And you must make your own choice every day while you are next to my mouse. . . because. . .I will definitely make my choice.”
Fast, I raised the gun and pointed it at the gardener’s mother.
She screamed in terror. “No! Please!”
“Kazimir!” David rushed over to me. “Hold on. Do not shoot yet.”
My aim remained steady on the woman’s forehead. “Why not?”
David placed his phone inches in front of my face. “Because the Mouse wants to talk to you.”
Damn it.
I gritted my teeth.
Chapter 44
In Trouble
Kazimir
Frowning, I lowered the gun.
The gardener’s mother gasped and stumbled back. Her husband and what I assumed to be her sons, helped her regain her balance.
I turned to David as he held the phone in front of me. “Who told Emily that I had the gardener’s family?”
“Baba.” Still holding the phone, David took my gun. “Perhaps. . .you would like to have the conversation outside of this room.”
I eyed him.
David lowered his voice, his eyes reflecting a deep struggle within. “Because the Mouse’s voice sounds as if she may yell.”
“Basically, Baba got me in trouble?”
David’s face twisted into a mask of conflicting emotions. “It appears we are both in trouble with the Mouse.”
“We will see about that.” I snatched the phone from him and stormed out of the room.
Surely, my mouse was seething on the other line, but she would have to wait.
If we were going to argue, it could not be in front of my men. Emily had the ability to cut through me, right to the core, leaving me exposed, vulnerable, and emotionally raw.
My men could never witness the bread down of the Lion. In front of them, I had to always be this statue of threatening violence.
But. . .what does she think she can say to me? I have made my decision. That is that.
I left the room.
Several of my men flanked the door.
I continued forward.
They began to follow.
I shook my head. “No. I will return. Stay here.”
A few appeared uncomfortable with the idea of giving me too much space. Still, they remained by the door.
I am the fucking Lion. This is how I deal with things.