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)
“Okay then. I do remember you both saying that.” I looked at my mouse’s guards. “You two. Stand up.”
Confused, they slowly rose from the ground.
“Whew.” Maxwell pulled out his lighter. “Thanks, man. Em was losing it on the phone. They’ve been with her for the whole pregnancy.”
I glanced at David.
He gestured for men to come closer to Max.
“You’re showing a lot of growth, Kazimir. I’ll just take them away and do my own reprimanding shit. Trust me on that.” Maxwell touched the end of the joint to the flame. “Easy peasy lemon squeezy.”
Lemon what? Whatever.
“You are correct, Maxwell. I must say that there has been a lot of growth with me these days.” Fast, I raised the gun and fired, sending a bullet smashing into one guard’s head.
Maxwell dropped the lighter and staggered back.
I pulled the trigger again, blasting a hole into the other guard’s forehead. Blood sprayed onto the flowers as the man collapsed to the ground, right next to his partner.
“Fuck!” Maxwell charged my way. The joint fell from his hand. “You bitch ass motherfucker!”
My men caught him before he could make it a foot from me. He wrestled against them, tossing one to the ground to only be grabbed by another. “Psycho piece of shit!!”
I glared at him. “Will you need help taking the guards away to reprimand them?”
Seven men struggled to hold Maxwell back.
“You better have these bitch boys on me!” Spit flung from his lips. “Swear to God, when they let me go, I will fucking kill you!”
“Come on!” I roared. “Let him go! Let us see—”
“We are not going to do that.” David stepped between us and took the gun from me.
I fisted my hands. “Move out of the way, David, so I can have a conversation with Maxwell—”
“Perhaps, you would like to focus this anger on the gardener.” David gestured to the idiot groveling in the dirt.
I gritted my teeth.
Maxwell’s face contorted with rage. “On everything I love, Kazimir as soon as these motherfuckers let me go I’m going to molly wop that ass!”
Annoyed, I quirked my brows and turned to David. “What is a molly wop?”
“I am not sure. Perhaps, it deals with a mop and he is going to violently clean you with it.” David turned around and looked at Maxwell. “I understand that you are angry, but—”
“Fuck you, K.D. What you’re not going to do is talk me out of whipping your boy’s ass.” Maxwell slammed two guys into each other. Their skulls collided with a sickening thud, while the remaining five men grappled him to the ground. A storm of dirt and dust swirled around them as they wrestled. One man screamed in pain. I had no idea what Maxwell did to him, but it wasn’t good.
Still, Maxwell strained against them, his veins bulging from the effort.
Did she have to involve Maxwell?
David gazed down at him. “I will not let you get close to Kazimir. You know this, so calm down.”
“I guess I will need to do the reprimanding.” I looked at one of my men on the side. “Carry the dead guards out of here. Harlem Crew requires a clear message. Do it Brotherhood style. Grab some rope and hang the dead bodies from a tree in the back of the Harlem Crew building. I want everyone to know how serious—”
“I know you not about to lynch my people!” Maxwell screamed from the ground.
I glared at him. “Lynch? What?”
“You know what the fuck lynching is, motherfucker! You’re not stupid!”
“I was not going to lynch them. They are already dead. I am trying to send a Brotherhood style message to—”
“Don’t fucking hang black men from a tree with a rope. I don’t care if you usually do that shit with Russians, but not black ones!” Maxwell slapped one guy and rolled over him, trying to get back up. “I’ll burn this whole motherfucker down!”
David stepped back as the last two struggled to keep Maxwell in place. “I actually agree with Maxwell. The Mouse will not like the rope and tree either.”
I frowned. “I was not trying to lynch them. I hung Sasha naked and by a rope several months ago. As you know, in the Brotherhood, we do this all the time—”
“Still, there may be special sensitivities due to the Mouse and Maxwell’s history.”
Of course. It is different. I must remember.
“You damn right, motherfucker!” Maxwell flung a shoe at us.
Thankfully, it missed. Meanwhile, I had no idea who the shoe belonged to.
“You are both correct. No rope or tree.” I let out a long breath. “Still, something needs to be done with the dead bodies in an extreme way. The intention is for Harlem Crew to understand how serious I am.”
“Then, put them in a chair or something!” Somehow Maxwell had broken free from the two guys and limped to a standing position. “Where the fuck is my joint?”