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)
J.P. shrugged. “We had the same experience with Fara.”
Kaz put his view on the television screen. “I have often wondered if Fara was the true brains of Black Axe’s business operations. While Fela handled the more violent and political aspects.”
J.P. chimed in, “Find Fara and you will discover Fela.”
On the screen, Misha shook his head. “I have yet to see any signs of Fara, but my people have been monitoring Ufuoma. I believe she will eventually contact her mother or father soon.”
Kaz tapped the table. “Perhaps, we should give Ufuoma a reason to call her parents.”
I eyed him. “What are you thinking?”
“Bring mayhem and chaos to Black Axe businesses in the Calabrian region.”
J.P. shook his head. “Black Axe has been battling the Sicilians and ‘Ndrangheta on a daily basis. The Brotherhood’s mayhem would be nothing to them, especially when Italy is now their territory.”
Kaz glared. “Have you forgotten that I have a special sort of mayhem?”
“Putting a hole anywhere in Calabria will not piss off Black Axe, but it will definitely unite all the Italian organizations against the Brotherhood.” J.P. let out a long breath. “Do you really need more enemies?”
Hell no.
The door opened.
Everyone placed their view in that direction.
Two men escorted Timur into the room.
He’s as big as Roland.
Although Timur used a brown cane and leaned on it heavily with each step, there was no sign of weakness. He wore a well-tailored blue suit with a gray shirt and tie, but the muscles were apparent. Timur worked out, probably lifting small cars for fun.
J.P. rose and gestured to his chair. “You can sit here, sir.”
Timur waved him away and limped over to the huge window near Misha’s screen. “I have sat for too long. Today, I want to walk and stand.”
Appearing a bit nervous, J.P. didn’t sit back down.
When Timur passed Max, the man warmly nodded at Max.
Instead of greeting him back, Max put his hand on his gun and watched him.
Okay. What the hell is going on?
Max wasn’t trigger happy. He preferred alternate methods to violence. Therefore, this response told me to monitor Timur too.
Whatever is going on, this is a puzzle piece to what happened when Max was with the French.
I made a note to ask Max about it later.
Timur stopped at the massive window and let out a loud sigh. “Italy.”
Forever inpatient, Kaz scowled.
“I have not been here for a long time.” Timur lifted his view to the sky. “And all the pretty birds flying around. All of them are so lovely. Are there eagles in Italy or—”
“There’s no need to look at the birds.” J.P. hurried over, even shifting his fast-walk to a light jog.
Max shook his head. “Yo. Definitely don’t look at the birds.”
J.P. got to him. “Sir, we should really get to any information you may have about Fela.”
Timur limped away from the window, faced our table, and scanned all of our faces. “My. My. The Brotherhood has changed quite a bit. Women and all this colorful skin?”
Say what now?
I raised my eyebrows.
Kaz groaned. “What the hell is this supposed be about?”
Before J.P. could answer, Timur looked at Kaz and grinned. “The cub is now a full grown lion.”
Kaz tensed.
Timur chuckled. “You were such a little bastard as a kid. Once you figured out how to work that tiny penis, you would run up to us and piss on our shoes. I used to daydream about kicking you across the hallway.”
Kaz growled, “What information do you have on Fela?”
“Lots, boy.” Timur slowly raised his hand and pointed. “And you will mind your elders. Your mother taught you better than that. Do not disgrace her.”
Kaz blinked.
Timur nodded at J.P. “I do believe I would like a chair. Can someone bring it to me?”
One of the men that escorted him in, rushed to get one.
Timur directed his attention to me. “Kazimir, your father would have never approved of this relationship.”
I opened my mouth in shock.
“That is quiet enough from you.” Kaz rose from his seat. “Either get to—”
“But your mother.” Timur bobbed his head. “She would have been very happy. She never cared about skin color, wealth, or where a person was from. Your mother only looked at the insides—the heart, brain, and soul.”
Kaz paused from saying anything.
“And this woman,” Timur pointed at me. “For you to have her next to you. . .it tells me that she is not only beautiful on the outside, but even more gorgeous on the inside.”
O-kay. . .I’ll take that.
I tapped Kaz’s leg.
Sighing, he sat back down.
“Now, we shall talk about the past, and you will need to be patient because. . .” Timur blinked and tapped his head with one finger. “Sometimes my memory is not that good. It is all the snakes moving around inside of my brain.”
The snakes?
J.P. cleared his throat. “Here you go, sir.”
A man placed a chair next to him.