Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Apparently, everybody is celebrating Try to Kidnap Moni Day! Will I at least get a piece of cake or something? Maybe a damn present!
Getting to my side, the man whistled and kept my pace.
Maybe I could. . .build a repertoire with this guy or something. . .like with Leo.
It took me several feet down the aisle to gather the confidence.
When we came close to the door, I glanced at him. “So. . .”
He quirked his brows at me.
“What’s. . .um. . .” I cleared my throat. “What’s your name?”
He stopped in front of the door and opened it. “Duck.”
Okay. I can work with that.
I smiled. “Why do they call you Duck?”
“Because a duck has a corkscrew penis.”
My mouth dropped open in shock.
What the hell am I supposed to say to that?
He held the door for me. “Go.”
But. . .corkscrew penis though? Can we elaborate?
Chapter seven
The Beautiful Puzzle Piece
Lei
Leaving the church, I put the cross locket in my pocket and headed to the Escalade.
Dad knew that I was tracking him.
But he hadn’t known the entire time when he was killing Romeo and Chanel. No one knew about the tracker, but my assassin, Spider. And no one knew that she existed, not even Chen or Duck.
Spider wouldn’t say anything. Who told him about the tracker?
I racked my brain of the past days.
Dima exposed my dad as Chanel’s murderer. I told Dima and Marcelo in the church that I was tracking my father. Some of their men were there, but my father still kept the cross on. If he knew, he would have gotten rid of it then.
Marcelo and Dima didn’t tell him. Neither did their people.
There would be no need for the North or South to save Dad.
They wanted him dead.
Hours later, I told my inner circle of twenty men and women. They consisted of people at my side and those that would have to rule the East while I was gone.
But my people don’t want Father’s death. One of them sneaked away and told him.
The Four Aces adored him. To them, my father was a god. A legend. The savior of the East. Dad united all the Asian immigrants in Paradise and surrounding cities. He led them to the East and carved out a kingdom where no one had to starve or beg, deal with abuse for being foreign or bow to racial slurs.
Father made families rich and strong. He gave them land. Not one person had to pay. They simply signed their names and got a key to a newly built house.
Through these acts, he earned fierce loyalty and humbly carried the East on his shoulders for all these years, keeping us strong and protected.
The East won’t be happy with his death. They may hate me for it, but so be it.
Father could’ve walked to the Dragon Gates with Chanel and Romeo’s heads in his hands and blood dripping all over him. The East would have been confused at first. Perhaps, a little sad because some adored Chanel and Romeo. But overall, they wouldn’t have questioned him, they would have simply thrown a parade.
Who told Father about the tracker?
Killing him was going to be hard enough. Knowing that my own people would get in my way at every turn enraged me even more.
Which one of you sent a message to him?
“Lei, we have a problem.” Chen got to my side and gave me a worried expression. “You may not want to hear this, but I think that someone warned Leo about the tracker.”
It’s not Chen. He wouldn’t have brought it up if it were him.
Chen was horrible at lying and keeping secrets. He was always the last person people told anything to because most feared he would blab it out to everyone.
I can trust Chen.
Sighing in relief, I stopped in front of the Escalade. “Someone definitely told him about the tracker.”
My chauffer opened the door.
Instead of getting inside, I turned around and gazed at my people leaving the church.
Chen watched our men jumping into vans and cars. “It must’ve been either this morning or while we were on the way, when the person notified Uncle Leo.”
“I agree.”
“Hopefully, the person isn’t with us now. Maybe, it was someone back in Paradise.”
“We’ll see.” I studied all of their faces, searching for anybody that nervously fidgeted or had shaking fingers.
My gaze landed on Duck.
He twisted his favorite knife at his side. He did that when he was agitated, not nervous. He was just eager to cut, slice, fight and kill someone.
Every few steps, he glanced at the woman.
Monique.
I placed my attention on her.
Why did Dad choose this woman to get the tracker? He could have put it on a moving vehicle or an animal. Why her?
Monique had no idea how close she was to dying in that church today.
I’d been ready to pull the trigger of the gun and make her fucking head explode as well as the nun, women, and priest. They could’ve all died.