Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
“Oh, she’s going to be a hot mess for sure. I bet I’ll be laughing the whole time while we’re in New Orleans.”
“Don’t say that.” I put my attention back on Valentina as she began to address the men.
Valentina pointed at her chest. “I am in charge.”
Max lit his joint. “Here she go with the bullshit. Watch.”
“Leave her alone.” Feeling a little breeze against my breasts, I made sure the fur coat was secure.
Valentina scanned all of the men’s face. “That is right. In New Orleans, I am my brother’s number one.”
Max blew out smoke. “New Orleans is going to be a shit show.”
I smiled. “She will do a good job.”
Then, suddenly Valentina screamed at them, “Big! Pussy! Energy!”
Max coughed on smoke.
I patted his back. “Are you okay?”
Max coughed again and spit on the ground near his foot. “Em. . .I will never be okay after that.”
Chuckling, I went back to keeping my fur closed and glancing at my sister-in-law.
All of the men appeared scared, and in all honestly, they should have been. Only God knew what she would do next. She was just as bad as her brother.
“You step out of line.” Valentina pulled out both of her guns and pointed at the man in front of her. “You challenge or question me.”
O-kay.
Some of the men edged back.
“I blow holes in your head. Big holes.” Valentina bobbed her head. “Big pussy energy holes.”
Fuck.
I turned and scowled at Max. “You really have to stop saying crazy New York slang around Valentina. She’s going to be up in New Orleans getting us all shot.”
“Man, I have never said anything about big pussy energy.” Max blew out smoke. “She made that shit up.”
“Bang! Bang!” Valentina twirled the guns in her hand like she was a fucking cowboy in a Western.
What the hell?
I widened my eyes.
Max edged back. “If those are loaded, then she is about to shoot herself in the head.”
When Valentina stopped spinning the guns, she blew at one of the guns’ points. “If you test me, then you will fail. Don’t fail. If you do, I cut your heart out, take a shit in the hole in your chest, and send your body back home in a casket so your mother or wife has to clean it out.”
Wow.
Some of the men gazed at the ground.
“Yeah. . .” I cleared my throat. “New Orleans might be a shit show.”
“I’m trying to tell you, sis. Valentina as Kazimir’s number one? Naw. She won’t keep him calm. Her ass will be hyping his ass up.” Max took a hit of the joint. “Together, they both will get us in more trouble.”
A white car pulled up and parked.
Who is this?
The chauffer jumped out, rushed to the back, and opened the door.
One by one, three women in tight dresses stepped out.
O-kay. . .
Next, Tisha left the car.
Max blew out smoke. “This motherfucker.”
I shrugged. “For this trip, Tisha is going to give you a little challenge in the pimp game department.”
Max sucked his teeth. “Bet I get more pussy than him on this trip.”
“Word?”
“Word.”
“I’ll put a thousand dollars on the bet.”
“Fuck that. I want a car like you bought Kazimir.”
“Facts?”
“Facts.”
“Alright then.” I watched Tisha tongue kiss each woman one by one. “And what do I get, Max, if I win?”
“What do you want?”
“Lemons from Lemonisha—”
“Man—”
“And I want us to have matching suits too. Five of them.”
“What the fuck? Like we are dressing alike? That doesn’t even make sense, Em. Kazimir would lose his fucking mind.”
“You dress like Misha all the time.”
“Here you go with that jealous shit.”
“I’m not being jealous. I’m stating facts.”
Max sucked his teeth and flicked ash on the ground. “Fuck it. Lemons and suits, I got you—”
“And—”
“What? How are you going to have three things, Em?”
“Kaz’s car cost over half a million. Don’t play with me. The bet has to be fair.”
“Fine. What else?”
“You also have to tell me what happened with Ufuoma.”
“Man, if I do, then you have to promise not to get involved.”
“I won’t.”
Unless, she did something to you that pisses me off.
Max snapped his view to me as if he heard my thoughts. “I mean it, Em.”
I forced a smile. “I promise.”
Kind of.
“Okay.” Max nodded. “I agree to tell you. And if you win, I pick the lemons—”
“Nope.”
“Well, I pick the suits.”
“That’s cool.” I smiled as Tisha patted one of the women’s butts and waved goodbye. “Come on, Tisha. For the win. I need to get those lemons.”
“You’re going to lose. Trust me on that.” Max winked. “I’ll show you that you should never bet against your boy.”
“We’ll see.”
“And no helping him either, Em.”
“I won’t.”
Tisha’s car departed with his women.
As he approached us, Tisha nodded. “Good evening.”
“Great to see you again, Tisha.”
He continued to the stairs. “Has the Lion arrived yet?”
“Not yet. I’m waiting for him.”
“Good. I will be on the plane.”