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)
Shaking his head, Maxwell grabbed the joint and walked off with them.
When the room emptied, Emily turned my way and gave me a weak smile. “Well. . .I am glad you are alive.”
I blinked. “Me too.”
Chapter 55
The Shit Show
Kazimir
Fucking idiots.
Fury surged through my veins.
I stood in the center of the conference room, waiting for everyone to enter.
Wassily ordered my men to take out the long table and all the chairs.
I avoided gazing at the slain Vizzini men on the side. Their dead bodies had been lying in the room for too long and marinating in expelled bodily juices. The odor of rot wafting from the corpses was so strong that even the oxygen seemed to taste of death. It permeated every nook and cranny of the space.
I gritted my teeth and turned to David.
Knowing the Brotherhood’s resolutions well, David took off his shirt, belt, shoes, and socks. Then, he used the shirt to wipe the blood off his face.
Here we are again?
I would need to have a conversation with my number one soon. While he executed his duties to perfection, it was always a woman that made him slip.
In fact, had it not been for his ex-fiancé we probably would have already been out of Italy.
Now Blue?
I scowled at him.
If she causes you to slip one more then, I’ll fucking slice her head off.
As if hearing me, David caught my expression and turned his gaze down to the ground.
A minute later, the Pansies strolled into the conference room. Somewhere in between the time of leaving Blue’s room and showing up here, Giorgio had seized the opportunity to clean up.
Confused, I checked my watch.
How did he do that so fast?
Crisp and sharp from head to toe, Giorgio now wore a new blue suit, freshly pressed with a new pair of diamond cufflinks and black leather gloves.
He sauntered over to my right and held his hands out. “Alright. I am ready. What is the Brotherhood’s process to settling this?”
I looked him up and down. “It surely isn’t a cocktail party.”
Jean-Pierre got to his cousin’s side. “And it better not be Russian Roulette.”
I spoke through clenched teeth, “It will be whatever I want it to be.”
Jean-Pierre frowned. “Russian Roulette is too lethal.”
“Yet, pissing me off is even more lethal, and that is what your cousin has done.” I pointed at the pansy idiot. “Pissed. Me. Off!”
Maxwell entered next with Boris and ten men from Harlem Crew. “Alright, guys. Let’s get this shit done quick. I’m tired and I need to check on my baby.”
His baby? Yet, another woman I may kill if these men keep acting up.
I stifled my groan and gestured for David to get on my left.
He cracked his neck, headed over, and targeted Giorgio with his gaze.
Maxwell lit his joint. “Eh, before you guys begin, I have a question.”
Annoyed, I turned to him. “What?”
“Em called me as I was heading back. She told me the plan about hiding the bodies. I’m wondering if you all have some acid, so I don’t have to spend the whole night cutting up the faces and shit.”
“Maxwell,” I sneered. “You think I have acid hanging around? Just in case some dumb ass kills the wrong person?”
“Damn, man.” Maxwell held out his hands. “I know I fucked up, but I’m just asking a question.”
“Get rid of the bodies!”
David cleared his throat. “Actually, I purchased several corrosive resistant bins full of acid. Just in case.”
I quirked my brows. “Just in case?”
“One never knows if we may need acid.” David shrugged. “Italy seemed like a big deal, so I grabbed a lot of different deadly things.”
Good job.
I wanted to smile, but I did my best to keep it off my face. He was still in trouble and I would not let him off so easily.
David gestured to Wassily. “You know where the acid is? Right?”
Nodding, Wassily headed off. “I will get the bins.”
“Thanks, K.D.” Maxwell smirked and returned to Harlem Crew. “Alright. Let’s line these motherfuckers up. Put the masks in one pile. We will get rid of that shit differently. Maybe, burn them outside. Unfortunately, we will have to shed the dead bodies of their clothes and all jewelry.”
At least this jack ass is skilled with hiding bodies.
I put my attention back on the other idiots.
More of the Pansies entered and gathered behind Jean-Pierre and Giorgio. For a few seconds, I wondered where Louis was.
Once my men finished with moving the furniture out, they positioned themselves on King David’s side. There was no doubt they would be rooting for him. Surely, my number one had garnered an exorbitant amount of respect since being by my side.
Time and time again, David confirmed that he was the best man to ever hold the number one position. More importantly, my mouse loved him. And if I. . .would admit it, which I most likely would not. . .I loved him too.