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)
However, I had to make sure she was safe, and that Lunita didn’t pop up this evening.
Maxwell pulled out his other gun. “Here, Em. Just don’t think about shooting my wife.”
Emily groaned in annoyance.
Boris kept the phone’s light on us.
I could see her in some of the brightness. “Mysh, there will need to be some rules for this evening.”
“I know. Stay safe. Stay close to you.” Emily made sure her gun was loaded. “Meanwhile, let’s just go to these chicks to guarantee that nothing happens to them, and we could probably ask them some questions—”
“Wow.” Maxwell held up his gun. “Hold up. We don’t all need to go up in my fucking suite, asking anybody shit—”
“You’re right. We should move the hostages to another area that is more secure.” Emily walked off. “Then, we’ll get some information on Fela—”
“Naw, Em.” Maxwell hurried after her. “No one is moving them and they’re not really hostages.”
She let out a long breath. “Would you stop fucking around, Max?”
“I’m not.”
“She is not your wife—”
“I dreamed about her—”
“Dream about someone else who isn’t the daughter of our enemy!”
The lights came back on, showing me that Maxwell and Emily were by the door, glaring at each other.
My phone rang instantly.
I answered, “Yes.”
Misha’s voice came on. “I will need a vacation once you all leave Italy. My people and I have been busy all day dealing with your—”
“Who are the damn clowns, Misha?”
He loudly sighed. “A thank you for all I do would be nice.”
“Your being alive is thanks enough. Who are the clowns?”
“Rocco Vizzini and his people.”
Further confused, I spoke through clenched teeth, “The Clown? What the hell is he doing messing with me?”
“On that, I cannot answer, cousin. The rest of the Vizzini Family’s communications were phone calls from them looking for him all day. None of the others have anything to do with what he is doing.”
“Then, do you think Rocco is working with Fela?”
“I have not seen any evidence to point to it. But, I must stress to you that if you kill Rocco you will have all of Italy after you—”
“I am well aware of the consequence.” I scowled. “But, do they understand how many missiles I have?”
Misha loudly sighed again. “Cousin, we have Rocco moving through the hotel’s service stairwell. However, we also have your people heading to them. This should be a simple solution.”
I curved my lips into a smile. “Then, Rocco and I will have our own conversation.”
“Do not shoot—”
I hung up the phone. “Boris was right. The clowns are Sicilians. Vizzini Family to be exact.”
Emily frowned. “I thought they were staying out of this.”
“Not Rocco. Apparently, he is moving separately from his family, but I do not know why.”
“This could be Fela on some bullshit.” Emily gave Maxwell the gun back. “The more that time passes, I’m becoming worried that Fela’s demands on the phone were not a surrender at all, but one step of us walking into a trap.”
Maxwell eyed her. “Fela said he was going to surrender?”
“He called to offer his life up for his daughter and wife,” I said. “The only thing is that he wants Ufuoma controlling Italy and leading Black Axe. Additionally, he wants Emily to kill him.”
Maxwell squinted his eyes. “Who the fuck is Fela to make demands? Plus, I don’t like Em being close to him.”
“I agree.” I nodded. “But, my mouse has other thoughts.”
Emily crossed her arms over her chest. “I want this shit done, and I know I can kill Fela fast, if I’m close to him.”
Maxwell and I exchanged glances.
She glared at us. “What?”
“Em, this shit sounds like a trap.”
She nodded. “I agree, but it also gets Fela close.”
He bobbed his head. “What if it is a ploy to grab his daughter and wife?”
“Then, we should move them somewhere else,” she countered.
Maxwell tapped his foot. “Where are we meeting?”
“He’s picking the beach.”
“What the fuck?” Maxwell held out his hands. “Fela picks the place and how it goes down? He decides what happens after he dies and who controls the region? What am I missing?”
Emily shook her head. “Do you have a better solution to get rid of Fela? Misha couldn’t even give us his location? Do you have it?”
Maxwell began pacing. “I get it. I get it. But. . .this shit is making me nervous. This is his second time supposedly surrendering. I don’t trust this motherfucker.”
“Oh really?” Emily smirked. “Isn’t he going to be your father-in-law?”
“Naw. He has to die—”
“And your wife is going to be okay with it?”
“Eh.” Maxwell pointed at her. “Mind your business.”
She rolled her eyes.
I shrugged. “I must admit. I agree with Maxwell, but I also understand my mouse. Therefore, I plan to be close to Emily and have her surrounded by men targeting his head the whole time.”
Maxwell stopped pacing and looked at me. “You’re really going to let her shoot Fela?”