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)
Thank God for Kaz.
I turned back to Max and walked away, knowing that this conversation would most likely be a tough one.
Chapter 11
Possible Solutions
Emily
Max and I walked away.
Harlem Crew followed along with some of Kaz’s men. All had their guns out, ready to shoot.
Harlem trotted after us, wagging his tail.
Far behind us, David's voice rose in the air. Russian spilled from his mouth. It was always unusual to hear David shift into the language, because a French accent always tinted each Russian word.
Still walking away, I checked over my shoulder to make sure Kaz didn’t do anything outrageous.
Thankfully, David was nowhere near Kaz. He was back on the sand pointing and ordering the men around. Many of the Brotherhood rushed around, putting their plates away and cleaning up the station.
I turned away and continued forward. “Damn. David is mad. I don't want any of that smoke.”
“Shit would give you lung cancer.” Max chuckled. “Motherfucker about to beat all their asses like he's their mama.”
“For real.”
David continued to loudly fire out Russian words as if they were bullets.
We may need to call an ambulance. David is not playing.
Max laughed. “You understood what David is saying? Right?”
“Not at all.” I shook my head. “He's talking too fast.”
“I understood that shit clearly.”
I sucked my teeth. “You barely know Russian.”
“But, I got it though.”
“Then, what did David say?”
Max shrugged. “David told Wassily to find a big stick.”
I rolled my eyes.
“He's going to whip Wassily’s ass with it.”
I laughed. “I missed you so much.”
Max smiled. “I missed you too, Em.”
We continued down the beach in silence.
The sun sparkled on the surface of the ocean. It created a light that seemed to dance in the waves as they rolled in and out.
A man headed in our direction, wearing red shorts and a windbreaker. A large red bag was slung over his shoulder. He held a confused look on his face as he looked off at the lifeguard station. Keys dangled in his hand.
When he passed us, Max whispered, “I bet that's the lifeguard.”
“Yikes.” I checked behind me.
Sure enough, the man continued to the station.
“Dude, about to have a very bad day.”
I slowed my pace. “I should go and make sure Kaz and David are nice to him.”
“Naw, Em. Those are grown ass men. Let it do what it do.”
I shook my head and continued toward the hotel. “We shouldn't have taken over the lifeguard station.”
“Shit. Did more then take it over. Place smelled like ass and pancakes. What were you two doing, fucking in syrup or something?”
Embarrassment washed over me.
“Nasty asses.”
“Whatever, Max.” I grinned. “I bet you slept with all types of females while you were gone with JP.”
“I did, but. . .” He held up one finger. “Now, I'm a changed man.”
I smirked. “Oh really?”
“I'm looking for the one.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You.”
“My baby had sparkling stars hanging from her ears.”
“So, you met her?”
“Not yet.”
“Then, how do you know she had stars hanging from her ears?”
“I’ve been dreaming about her.”
My grin widened. “Are you playing with me?”
“I'm serious, Em. As soon as I see a chick with stars in her ears, I'm marrying her immediately.”
“And if she is already married?”
He held up his hand and formed his fingers into a gun. “Killing that motherfucking husband instantly.”
“Wow.”
He lowered his hand.
The hotel loomed far up ahead, but we still had some time to get there.
“So. . .” Max put his hands in his pockets, telling me that he was nervous. “How are you doing?”
“I don't know how to answer that right now.”
“Why not?”
I looked his way. “How would you answer it?”
Max shrugged. “What do you mean?”
“If someone told you that you had another personality—”
“That motherfucker really told you?” Max stopped walking.
“Yes.” I paused.
Max glared back at the lifeguard station. “That bitch ass motherfucker.”
“Of course he told me.”
“I thought he might punk out and—”
“Why would he punk out, Max? It's a serious thing. Kaz had to tell me.”
“He didn't.”
I scowled. “You wouldn't have told me?”
Max shifted his weight to the side. “You know the answer?”
“No. I don't.”
“Hell no. I wouldn't have told you.”
The urge to shove him came to me, but I could never harm Max. Instead, I stomped off.
Max called to my back, “Em!”
I increased my pace.
“Em.” Max jogged up to me and met my space. “What else am I supposed to do?”
“Tell me.”
“X never wanted you to know.”
My eyes watered and I couldn't explain why. “But, I should have known. Maybe, I’m worse off because of the secrets.”
“It's not like we fucking knew what to do—”
“Another personality, Max?” I stopped and stared at him. “That's bigger than being a fucking serial killer. You could have added that fact.”
“Okay. Hold up.” Max raised his hands. “In my defense, I didn't really know it was a whole other person. In fact. . .”
“What?”
“I mean. . .I’m still not all the way convinced.”