Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
My cousin chuckled. “And this is why I. . .fuck. . .with you.”
I growled, “Can we start the meeting or do you two need a room?”
Emily snickered.
Maxwell frowned. “Why would we need a room, man? Something is wrong with you, Kazimir.”
Misha frowned too. “I concur, Maxwell.”
“Well concur and then get to telling us something important, Misha.” Then, I pointed at Maxwell. “And next time do not bring that tree in here.”
“Fuck that.” Maxwell grimaced. “If Lemonisha can’t be here, then I won’t be here either.”
Emily chuckled.
I paused.
The joy on her face was the only reason why I didn’t get up and throw that damn lemon tree out the window.
She had taken the death of the couple better than I thought. Granted, I knew she mourned for these strangers on the inside. Yet, on the outside, she maintained a tough exterior.
Emily grinned at the lemon tree and chuckled again.
I held in my sigh.
Maxwell truly is good for her.
Emily cleared her throat. “We just need Blue, and we can begin.”
“No problem.” David rose from his seat. “I will get her.”
Jean-Pierre wagged his finger. “That will be unnecessary, King David. Giorgio planned to escort Blue to the meeting.”
What?
David did not sit back down. “Oh, did he?”
Louis pulled out his phone. “I will call Giorgio.”
I knew the Butler was developing a little crush on my mouse’s number one, but I had thought it sizzled out by now.
Very interesting. That was what all the commotion of the guns was about in the other meeting. Giorgio is really into Blue now.
My mood brightened even more.
I wonder how I can use this against the French?
“Hey.” Louis spoke into the phone, “Are you still with Blue? Good.”
David gripped the edge of the table.
I caught the motion, but doubted anyone else noticed.
“The Lion and Mouse are waiting,” Louis said. “Yes. We are ready. Hurry. Hmmm. Are you sure? Alright. I will.”
David’s knuckles turned white.
Hold on. David likes Blue too? More than. . .a simple attraction? But. . .
My bright mood dampened.
Louis put his phone up. “Giorgio said that Blue and him are on the way. She just needs to put on her clothes.”
David’s skin turned red, and rage radiated from him.
No. This is not good at all.
Tension gathered in my shoulders.
I turned to my mouse.
Always observant, she caught David’s reaction too.
David clenched his teeth and sat down. And he didn’t appear calm in any way. In fact, he looked like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.
Damn it. We will definitely have to kill Giorgio, regardless of what my mouse thinks.
Emily cleared her throat. “That’s fine. We can wait for them to show up, and then start.”
Ten minutes passed filled with Maxwell and Misha discussing possible middle names, David seething on the side of me, and my thinking of ways to get rid of Giorgio without pissing my mouse off. Unfortunately, I couldn't come up with any efficient ways.
The only thing that kept me at bay was the lovely view of my mouse’s cleavage.
I leaned her way and whispered in her ear, “After this meeting, I am going to stuff my cock in your mouth and when it is time for me to cum, I am going to spray it all over your breasts.”
She grinned, and did not dispute my statement.
I grunted.
Such a good mouse.
Blue hurried in, followed by Giorgio who wore a smirk and nodded at David as if he had already won Blue’s heart.
Yes. We will kill him. No one disrespects my number one.
Maxwell and Misha continued to joke about names, while Valentina offered a few of her own ideas that they ignored.
As Blue and Giorgio got to the table, I leaned back in my mouse’s direction and whispered, “We will need to discuss my killing the Butler.”
Emily widened her eyes and kept her voice low. “Why would we hurt the Butler?”
“I believe David is interested in Blue—”
“He is, but that doesn’t mean we kill Giorgio—”
“It does—”
“It’s just competition, Kaz. Pick a team and relax.”
“A team?”
“Team David. Team Giorgio. But absolutely no Team Kill Anybody.”
I rolled my eyes. “If the Butler disrespects David again, I will be Team Bomb the French.”
“Stay out of it, Kaz.”
But. . .I want David to be happy.
Annoyed, I leaned back in my seat.
Emily cleared her throat as Blue sat by her. “Let us begin.”
I nodded and was about to speak, but Jean-Pierre stood.
Sighing, I glared at him. “What now? Do you need more brown sugar for your tea?”
He shook his head and even appeared a bit nervous. “I have brought a. . .special guest to add his expertise to this mission of ending Black Axe.”
I frowned. “Who?”
Maxwell touched his forehead. “Oh fuck. You sure this is a good time, man? Shit is already uneasy.”
“I believe this is the best moment.” Jean-Pierre turned and gestured at one of his pansies. “Bring Timur in.”