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)
Tension gathered in my shoulders. “I never want to be in the same room alone with the both of them.”
Maxwell shrugged. “Unless. . .you want a threesome, then you do want that to happen.”
“Threesome?” Boris roared with laughter.
“Would you be quiet?” I rolled my eyes and inhaled some of the blunt. I made sure not to get too much this time. Already, I was beginning to feel light-headed. “Anyway, I would not have a threesome.”
Maxwell eyed me. “Why not?”
Boris chuckled. “Because she is already awkward in bed.”
I took another puff of the blunt.
“Wait. Hold up.” Maxwell widened his eyes. “Did you two fuck?”
Boris and I went silent.
“Oh, shit!” Maxwell hit the dashboard and laughed. “Wait until I tell, Em.”
I turned around and glared at Boris. “I thought we were going to keep that a secret?”
“I did not say anything.”
I handed him the blunt. “I was not awkward during our. . .time.”
Taking the blunt, Boris gave me a sad smile. “You accidentally head-butted me three times and kneed me in the crotch afterwards which. . .I still do not know how you did that.”
“Ouch, Blue.” Maxwell shook his head. “Listen. You can’t be head-butting dudes during the threesome—”
“I am not having a threesome—”
“You might.” Maxwell winked. “Tell them that you want a threesome for your birthday.”
Boris coughed and then laughed.
“Might be dope.” Maxwell bobbed his head. “They’ll be competing and shit, trying to hit it better than the other one, doing all types of crazy dick angles to make you scream, and they will be battling to show each other who can make you cum louder.”
I opened my mouth in shock.
Up ahead, the vans slowed down and turned into a large parking lot.
“Put that blunt out, Boris.” Maxwell followed the vans. “Looks like lesson time is over. Guns ready?”
Boris and I spoke in unison, “Yes.”
Minutes later, Maxwell parked and then looked at me. “Don’t worry, Blue. I got your back for today, but after this. . .I’m taking the training wheels off, and you’ll have to ride that bike down the street on your own.”
“What?”
“Understood?”
“No.”
“Good.” He left the car.
Utterly confused, I got out of the car too.
Well. . .at least. . .Maxwell will be my training wheels today. . .I hope that is a good thing.
The three of us headed off.
David already stood in the center of a circle of thirty men. They were combined of the Brotherhood and Harlem Crew.
We walked up to them right as he finished handing out orders.
“Remember.” David scanned their faces. “We do not want the twins or Fara dead. If you spot them, follow them and contact me. Do not try to grab them unless you have a clear opportunity that will not involve violence.”
Most of the men nodded, then all of them headed away.
Maxwell came to my side. “We have the twins’ location?”
David nodded. “Misha’s people think they spotted the twins in this village’s marina, along with Fela’s first wife, Fara. However, they are not certain. Meanwhile, it appears that if it is them. . .then they are loading up a yacht to head away.”
Maxwell crossed his arms over his chest. “And what about Fela’s daughter, Ufuoma?”
“Let us wait for the Pansies to arrive, before I explain.” David put his gaze on me.
I stirred and looked away, feeling uncomfortable.
Boris is right. I can be awkward.
The French parked and left their vans.
In minutes, they gathered around us.
Giorgio tried to stand next to me.
Maxwell switched over to that side. “Sorry, man. Blue has to focus today.”
Giorgio hit me with an intense gaze. “There will be time later.”
I blushed.
Boris stepped to my left as if helping Maxwell do the. . .training wheels. . .thing.
I put my view on David.
He glared at Giorgio. “Get in line, Pansy.”
“Pansy?” Giorgio touched his shirt with one of his blue-gloved hands. “Are you talking to me, little toy prince.”
The French chuckled.
“What did you say?” David began to walk over.
Maxwell and Jean-Pierre got between them.
Then, the Butcher spoke first, “Gentlemen, the time for fighting is not now. Let us end one war, before starting another.”
David backed away. “Next time.”
Giorgio held out his gloved hands. “Shall we schedule an appointment?”
Boris laughed.
Maxwell walked back to me and whispered, “That was an opportunity for management, Blue.”
I kept my voice low. “How?”
He groaned. “Tell them motherfuckers to stop tripping.”
I blinked.
David clapped his hand several times. “Alright. Let us get on with it.”
We all gazed his way.
“First of all, welcome to the isolated town of Cinquefrondi.” David gestured around us. “We are in the southern region of Calabria. Due to violence and younger generations wanting to live in the city, everybody left. For a long time, this town was mainly full of old, abandoned houses.”
I checked out the jagged buildings near us.
Maxwell spoke, “Town still looks abandoned to me.”
“Fifty percent of the town’s properties are still empty.” David placed his hands in his pockets. “In recent years, migrants have started taking over and reviving the area.”