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)
Suddenly, the elevator felt much smaller, more confined. My breathing grew constricted.
I have to call David or Maxwell.
Slowly, I slid my hand to the pocket that held my phone.
With that knife pointed my way, Lunita watched me.
I dug my hand in the pocket.
Slowly, Lunita leaned forward.
I froze.
She whispered, “Don’t you do it.”
I trembled.
“It would hurt her, if I killed you.” Then, she loudly inhaled and scowled as if smelling something wrong.
What is she doing?
“No. No.” Blinking her eyes, she stood back and leaned her head to the side, until her head oddly lay against her shoulder. “I thought you would smell like blue berries.”
I stood there speechless.
“But you don’t smell like them.” She straightened her head and sniffed again. “You smell like. . .”
What?
Fast, she stabbed the knife my way.
I jumped back into the wall and screeched.
Giggling, she faced the doors. “Fear. That’s what you smell like.”
Emily. . .really has another personality.
I had heard. Maxwell had warned us all. But it was different from hearing and then actually seeing.
Cold terror sliced up my spine.
“Don’t be scared, Blueberry.” Lunita began drawing swirls in the air with the blade’s point. “You’re our friend.”
I gulped down fear. “Y-yes. I. . .am your friend.”
She snapped my way and watched me with those wild eyes. “You better be our friend.”
The way she said that, made me want to reach for my guns and shoot. But I couldn’t harm her. It was the Mouse, but. . .not the Mouse either. It was completely another person moving and controlling her body, and I didn’t feel safe, but I also knew I couldn’t harm her and the baby.
My skin crawled from the reality.
Lunita didn’t stop looking my way. “Do what I say. Got it?”
I nodded.
“Get your phone and put it on the ground.”
I did it. “We should go back—”
She loudly laughed.
I got chills.
She tapped the center of her forehead with the knife’s point over and over. “We have to meet the fuckers.”
She kept tapping the knife against her forehead.
It shoved me over the edge. “Then, we should get Maxwell so—”
“Too much talking, Blueberry. Listen.”
I pursed my lips.
“We go in the room.” She smelled the blade. “Them fuckers in one, one, one.”
The elevator stopped.
In a blur, she jabbed the knife my way. “Then, you lock the door behind you.”
“I-I do not think we should—”
“No, Blueberry. Listen.”
The elevator doors opened.
“Be nice!” Lunita raced out. Not running. Not jogging. But doing some odd hop-leaping movement and waving her arms. “Fuckers!”
Maybe, I can grab her and. . .Wait. Could I grab Emily and she not slice me?
I had seen the Mouse take dangerous, huge men to the ground in seconds like they weighed nothing.
I rushed after her.
Please, let the door be far away.
I checked around me, wishing any of the Brotherhood or Harlem Crew was around. If they were, I could somehow signal them.
Shit. Shit.
“Yay!” Lunita went to the first door. “One. One. One.”
No. Why did it have to be so close?
She knocked really hard and then kicked the door. “Open up! Open up! Please!”
When we get in, I won’t lock it behind me.
I rushed to her. “Lunita, I have an idea.”
“That’s what he calls me.” She tossed me a wide smile, showing all of her teeth and some of her gums. “Looooneeeetaaa.”
“Yes. Lunita, we shouldn’t go in now because Maxwell—”
“He can’t know about this.” Lunita kicked the door. “It would make him sad.”
“We cannot hurt them, Lunita. Do you understand?” I reached my hand out to touch her arm.
She jerked back and pointed the knife at me. Horror decorated her face. “What are you doing, Blueberry?”
“S-sorry.” I put my hand down. “Maxwell would want us to. . .”
The door opened.
Damn it.
A pleasant-looking man greeted us with a warm, inviting smile. His hair was pepper-gray. His blue eyes sparkled and matched his blue shirt.
He spoke with a thick Italian accent, “Hello. Nice to meet you—”
Lunita slashed his neck. So fast, I stumbled back with my hands raised. Blood gushed from the wound and flowed down his neck, staining the shirt. His face froze in shock as his body began to fall back.
“Fucker!” She slammed the knife hard into his chest again and again. “Fucker! Fucker!”
Then, she jumped on top of him, riding his body to the ground.
She just. . .
Straddling the dead man, she began humping him. “That’s what you want? Huh?”
Bile rose in my throat as my stomach twisted in disgust. I was so close to vomiting.
“Not from me. Not from Paolo.” The body shook as she rocked her hips, pushing her groin into him. Blood pooled around his body. “And no candy!!”
My nerves frazzled. My head grew dizzy.
The Lion roared down the hall, “Lunita!”
T-thank God.
She stopped humping the corpse and screamed like the boogeyman was coming.
Kazimir yelled again, “Lunita!”
“Hurry, Blueberry!” She jumped up and ran into the room.
Frozen, I still had my hands in the air, unable to move them or me. Shock cemented me in place. In fact, I could barely think or breathe. And I couldn’t get that image of her humping the dead man out of my mind. It was worse than seeing her slash his throat.