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)
Louis lifted the blue guns in the air and jogged over. “The King is just trying to be funny, Giorgio. They are right here, and clean.”
Thank God.
Maxwell whistled from the side.
When I looked his way, he mouthed the word, “Management.”
I rolled my eyes.
How do I manage psychotic men with egos?
“Hold on. What is this?” Baba waved her hands and came over. “I did not see this in my cards. What are you two doing?”
Jean-Pierre let go of Giorgio.
Louis got to them and handed the guns to his cousin.
Giorgio straightened his jacket and glared at David. “Soon. Very soon.”
“Not at all.” Baba looked at Giorgio and then David. “What are you two doing? I have not seen this.”
“Nothing, Baba.” David shrugged. “I just thought I would check on Blue to—”
“Only stay with the Lion.” She scowled at him. “You are messing with my timeline.”
“I am sorry, Baba, but I did not like the way he was—
“Go to the Lion. Now!” Baba pointed Kazimir’s way.
Sighing, David quickly walked away and got by Kazimir’s side.
Louis chuckled. “That's right, King, listen to your grandmother before you get disciplined.”
Baba turned her scowl to the French.
Louis went silent.
“Death will come today!” Baba scanned the room, getting all of our attention. Then, she pointed at Jean-Pierre. “Is this the day that you will die? Or maybe your cousins will die?”
The Butcher frowned.
Baba pointed at Maxwell. “What about you? Are you going to die today?”
“Eh, Baba.” Maxwell raised his hands in the air. “I didn't even do anything. Don’t put that on me.”
Baba gestured at Kazimir who walked over to Emily. “Maybe, the Lion or mouse will die.”
“We are listening, Baba. Enough.” Kazimir growled. “You have made your point.”
The fire alarm sounded. The shrill, deafening noise ripped through the air.
Lights flickered in the conference room.
“It is time. That is the first signal.” Kazimir grabbed Emily by her waist, pulled her into him, and pressed his mouth against hers. She closed her eyes as he kissed her.
Even with the blare of the alarm, I could hear the Lion's groan of lust.
Heat flushed my cheeks. I looked away.
Baba crossed her arms over her chest. “Yes, Lion. I see that you are listening.”
The alarm shut off.
Kazimir dragged himself away from Emily's lips and then hit her with an intense gaze. “Get to the helicopter, mysh. I will call to make sure you are safe.”
Emily frowned. “And you will also tell me that you are safe.”
“I will.” He nipped at her bottom lip and then headed off. “Pansies! Harlem Crew! Let's go!”
David kept his pace with the Lion.
The French headed off with their men.
Baba called after them, “888.”
Passing by us, Maxwell took the joint from the back of his ear. “You ladies take care of Em for me. She's carrying Max Jr.”
“Lies!” Valentina laughed. “They are naming the baby after me.”
Ignoring the both of them, Emily watched Kazimir head off. Fear filled her eyes.
“Nobody is naming the baby after you.” Maxwell turned around and began slowly walking backwards. “Max Jr. is certified. That shit must hurt you so bad, Valentina.”
The Lion’s sister got to my side. “You do not know what you are talking about. The baby will be named Valentino.”
“Not true, sweetie.” Still walking backwards, Maxwell winked at her. “But, if you need moral support, papi is here for you.”
Is this management?
Valentina loudly groaned in annoyance.
Maybe. . .not.
Maxwell held up two fingers and headed for the opened door. “Farewell, ladies. Big dick energy is leaving the building!”
Valentina raised her hands. “And big pussy energy is remaining.”
Maxwell stopped in the doorway and shook his head. “Big pussy energy is not a thing.”
Valentina glared. “It is because we are all big pussy energy over here.”
“No. You are a woman. You are supposed to want a small, tight pussy, not a big—”
“We all have big pussies! You do not tell me what type of pussy I want.” Valentina held her hand on her hips. “Isn't that correct, Emily?”
“I’m not in this.” Emily smirked. “Be safe, Max.”
“Valentina is fucking crazy.” Maxwell shook his head and left.
Emily began walking away. “Let's get the helicopters, guys. We just need to grab Paolo and his men.”
The fire alarm wailed again.
Was that another signal for the Lion’s plan?
Eventually, we hurried out of the conference room and entered the main hallway on the presidential suite's first floor. Tons of the staff hurried away in panic, carrying their bags.
Then, a woman screamed off in the distance. “They are all dead!”
Emily looked at me. “Do you know what she said?”
Valentina spoke, “She said that they're all dead.”
“What the fuck?” Emily picked up the pace ahead of us and rounded the corner.
The woman screamed more. It sounded like her screams were coming from upstairs.
Damn it.
I yanked out my guns.
Emily put her hand out. “Give me one.”
I handed her one gun.
“Goodie. We may get to fight too.” Valentina chuckled. “Big pussy energy.”