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)
I scowled. “This is the Brotherhood, Maxwell. Not the land of Oz—”
“Man, that’s bullshit! You psycho piece of shit!” Maxwell shoved at David and tried to get around him. David blocked him again. Maxwell gave up. “You know Em is going to be pissed—”
“Only the loyal will surround her!” I turned my gaze and glared at the Harlem Crew. “And now, the only way out is by death. You do not quit, when it comes to my mouse. You remain loyal or die.”
They stared back at me in shock.
“She took care of you all due to the goodness of her heart.” I headed away. “Now, take care of her!”
Maxwell yelled back, “Fucking psycho!”
My heart hammered in my chest.
I left the suite and ran my fingers through my hair, wishing I could shoot someone else.
I stormed down the hallway.
David rushed after me and got to my right. “What do you need?”
“Get eyes on the Mancuso Family. They’re coming for us first.” My bloody bare feet left marks on the carpet. “And due to that wedding, put eyes on the Gallo Family too. They only forced the marriage to create a strong alliance. This is the time to test that alliance.”
“And what do you want me to do about Black Axe?”
“Fela is smart.” Pressure built in my chest. “Which means he’ll let the Mancuso and Gallo Families beat on us. His hopes would be that they tire us out and maybe kill several of my people. Then, Fela will come to us and destroy whatever is left.”
“Have you considered that Black Axe and the Mancuso Family will continue to work together?”
“Definitely. They will share resources and information. Perhaps, they will even meet. Have Misha get his satellites out. I want his team listening to every phone call in this region.”
Maxwell jogged up to my side. My men came for him.
“Relax,” Maxwell growled.
I sighed. “Let him through.”
Maxwell began walking at my pace. “Fuck this war now. We need to get Em out of Italy and back to Russia.”
“If we go to Russia, the problem comes to Russia.”
“We don’t know that.”
“And that is the problem, Maxwell.” I stopped and raised one finger. “War is an uncontrollable animal. One knows where war starts, but one never knows where and how it will end.”
“I get that, but this war is no longer the priority—”
“On that we agree. Due to this. . .new situation with my mouse, we must end these conflicts fast.” I began walking.
“You need to send Emily back to Russia. Boris, Blue, and I will be by her side.”
My heart ached. I didn’t like the idea of us being separated. But I had to think outside of my desires. “Do you really think that would be a good solution?”
“Yeah, but Em won’t want to leave, so you will have to push her to go—”
“I am not pushing my mouse away. I don’t want her gone either—”
“Stop being pussy whipped and thrive in your big dick energy, man.”
I screwed my face up in confusion. “What?”
“Stand up to Em and put her crazy ass on the plane—”
“I will not force Emily to go anywhere. If she wants to stay and help me deal with these problems here—”
“You keep thinking the problem is the Italians and Black Axe.” Max jabbed his finger in front of us. “The problem is sleeping in your suite.”
I stopped in the hallway and glared at him. The pressure thickened in my chest, making it uncomfortable to breath. “Emily is not a problem.”
“You know what I’m saying.”
“I talked to Lunita and she’s not that—”
“Man, stop giving it a name.”
I let out a long breath and wanted to rub my chest and somehow ease the tension within my core, but I couldn’t show weakness. “Maxwell, you have protected her for many years.”
“You damn right I have.”
“And I believe you love her with every inch of your heart.”
“Right again.”
“But she is with me now. While I will need further information from you, overall, I have control of this—”
“Control of what?” Maxwell chuckled. “Dark Em?”
“I talked to her and—”
“Piled the penises and cut-up arms with her too. Yeah.” Maxwell bobbed his head. “I saw your control in the other room. Good job. You’re a fucking miracle worker.”
I scowled. My body tightened into thousands of anxious knots. “First, we end this war fast, so I can get Emily back to Russia and focus all of my attention on healing her.”
“Or we will have a serial killer in Italy killing up your men and maybe you too. Have you thought of that, miracle worker?” Maxwell stomped off in the other direction.
“Where are you going?!” I called back. “We are not done talking.”
“Man, I’m getting some weed. What I won’t do. . .is deal with this shit sober!”
I frowned at him and spotted Jean-Pierre standing at the end of the hallway, watching us and probably taking mental notes.