Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
I scanned the area.
Waiting for us were several sleek black SUVs with tons of Brotherhood in black suits standing guard.
Shit is about to get real.
I couldn’t shake off the unease that settled in my stomach. Today was not the day I wanted to face my fears, but it was necessary for the sake of getting my mental health together.
Then, I spotted the Comedienne.
Rafael looked more like Jean-Pierre’s brother than his cousin. However, Rafael didn’t have the Butcher’s smooth finesse. Instead, he was all hard lines and angles in his designer blue suit.
Even from far away, I could clearly see the small scar on his right cheek, just below his eye.
Around twenty armed men stood behind him, and they were all draped in high-end clothes and diamonds.
You got to like the French’s style. They are always donning the best.
Max nodded in Rafael’s direction. “This dude is a bit much. Last time I was with him in New Orleans, I wanted to shoot his ass.”
“I can see that. He was a lot when he was helping J.P. kidnap me in Paris.”
“To keep New Orleans peaceful, we need to make sure the Lion and Rafael aren’t in each other’s space too much.”
“Facts.”
Max looked at me. “You told Kazimir to dial down the big dick energy this trip?”
“I talked to him.”
“But, do you think you got through to him?”
“Kaz can be a brute roaring out threats. But underneath his tough exterior, he’s a sweet and tender guy.”
“Man, what the fuck are you talking about?” Max held his hands out. “I watched dude set a man’s dick on fire and smile the whole time. King David isn’t here, and as far as I know, David is the only person on this earth that knows how to navigate the vast and jagged landscape of the lion’s ego.”
“Hey.” I frowned. “I can navigate Kaz’s ego.”
“Em, you’re the reason why he’s bombing shit and flame-torching dicks. You can’t navigate shit.”
“I have my moments when I get through to him.”
“Yeah, but now with Valentina being here. . .I think we need to keep the wicked wonder twins separated. That’s why when we landed, I told her that Kazimir wanted her at the hotel to secure shit.”
I shook my head. “Max, if Valentina finds out that you lied, she will—”
“Look, man. Kaz stay bombing shit. Meanwhile, Valentina talking about big pussy energy before we even get on the plane to leave Moscow. I’m not going to let them have us battling voodoo curses and shit.”
“Don’t stress. I’ll talk to Valentina about keeping down their antics.”
“You need to do more than that.”
“Meaning?”
“You need to double pussy whip that motherfucker in New Orleans.”
I parted my lips. “O-kay.”
“Next time you bounce on it, twist your body from side to side like a snake or one of those sexy Jamaican chicks in the dancehall. You smell me?”
I blinked.
“Good head fucks us up too. Lots of saliva with the blow job, Em. And don’t neglect the other parts.” He pointed at me. “Suck on the balls.”
“Max, relax.”
“Eh.” He shrugged. “Even the toughest, most dangerous psychotic motherfucker will kneel to good pussy. Do you know all the moves?”
“Yes, Max. I know the moves.”
“Prove it.”
“My evidence is Emilio.”
“Shit. That just says you both fucked. Doesn’t mean you know the moves.” Max leaned his head to the side. “Do you know how to do the Juicy Jigsaw?”
“The what?”
“He’s sitting up. Your head is down by his legs.” Max raised his hands in the air and began rhythmically thrusting. “And you are riding him from the side so one of your legs is under his.”
I chuckled. “Yes. I know how to do the Juicy Jigsaw.”
He stopped thrusting and quirked his brows. “What about the Salsa Slam?”
“The what?”
“A little Spanish mami taught me that. You’re riding him again, but two crotch thrusts leaning forward. Two crotch thrusts leaning back. Each one more powerful than the last. And you should speak in Spanish, really nasty.”
“I don’t know Spanish.”
“Lunita knows it.”
I gritted my teeth. “That’s Lunita.”
“Fuck it. Then, you should bust out the Squishy Spider on him.”
“I’m probably going to be mad at myself for asking, but. . .what is the Squishy Spider?”
“He’s lying on his back. You jump on the bed and stand over him. Pussy got to be super-soaker wet. Then you lower to ride him. Don’t sit or balance on your legs like usual. This time it is all lunges. And while you are lunging on that dick and grabbing your ankles the whole time, slamming the clit on him and squawking—”
“Max, I’m good. This is too much.”
“The Squishy Spider will keep his ass in line.”
I held up my hand. “Thanks for the advice, but I believe I know how to properly fuck Kaz.”
“Just make sure you maintain sufficient pussy control here.”
“I’ve got it.” I gazed over my shoulder and saw Kaz coming down the stairs and tenderly holding our son.