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)
What?
Fela moved his view to the ocean. “What. . .is this? N-no. . .”
I glanced in the direction he was looking at.
A sleek speed boat rushed toward us, slicing through the water like a white-hot knife. A fisherman pulled hard on the wheel, maneuvering the boat with expert precision.
Meanwhile, Wassily stood at the speed boat's stern with his hands clenched around Fara's neck. He had a gun pressed against her temple, and his eyes were filled with a cruel, menacing glint. Never had I seen Wassily look so deadly and dangerous.
Fuck. I forgot all about the signal.
I widened my eyes.
Damn, Kaz. This was the trick up your sleeve?
My body relaxed a little.
“W-what is this?” Fela's bottom lip quivered. “T-this was not the deal.”
Then, Kaz's deep voice sounded behind me. “I do not play when it comes to my mouse.”
I shivered.
Kaz got to my side and slipped his arm around my waist. That simple contact sent huge waves of comfort to wash over me. Next to him, I would not perish. Power radiated off of him.
Together, we would survive everything and more, no matter the challenge, the enemy, or even the magnitude of the war.
Our son fluttered within my womb again, letting me know that I had done the right thing by having Kaz step in to help me.
God, I love this man.
Fela glared at us. “If you both renege on this deal, you will find—”
“Not so quick, Fela.” Kaz chuckled. “I am still not done with my surprises. While you have brought a briefcase, I have invited friends.”
“What?” Fela pursed his lips together.
Kaz chuckled. “Look around.”
Oh shit.
Fela scanned the space behind, and then his voice quaked with horror. “Dear God. What is wrong with you?”
What?
I glanced behind me.
Jean-Pierre and the rest of the French marched out of the cove. Their guns were drawn and pointed at captives.
What the fuck?
Each pansy escorted a man or woman with dark brown complexion. Meanwhile, Giorgio carried a young boy with long braids falling past his shoulders.
Who are they?
My heart sank as I turned back to Fela.
“W-when did you get them? How? I don't understand. They were hidden and protected.” Fela's eyes watered as he edged back. “No. No. Do not hurt my children. Please, Kazimir.”
“Shh, Fela.” Leaning my way, Kaz gripped my waist tighter, brushed his lips against my ear, and kept his voice low. “How do you feel, mysh?”
“Loved and protected.” Swallowing, I raised my gun at Fela. “Finish what you were saying?”
Fela scanned all of the faces of his loved ones. “T-they can't see. . .my demise. . .Please. . .”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “What's in the briefcase?”
“Oh no!” Fela held his hands up. “Do not open that briefcase around them.”
“Oh, really?” I quirked my brows. “Why not?”
Kaz hardened against me. “The briefcase is rigged?”
Fela put his view on Fara and raised his voice. “I'm sorry, my love. I never intended. . .for you to see this.”
“You're not answering our questions, Fela.” I sneered. “Perhaps, I should have Fara open the briefcase next to your kids or maybe I could ask one of my alters to come through and slice her up in front of you. Alters. That is the correct terminology. Right?”
Fela gazed back at me in horror. Sweat dripped down his face. “There is. . .a bomb rigged to the side of the briefcase.”
Kaz shook his head. “But, my men checked it.”
“The whistle signaling my people in the water to come out, also triggered the bomb to turn on. I planned for the Mouse and me to. . .go together.”
Rage boiled through me. “So, that was your final fuck you to me? Get in my head, have me open up the briefcase, and blow myself up along with you?”
Dread filled Fela's eyes as he directed his view to his children. “They are innocent, Kazimir. Do not—”
“Meanwhile, you tried to kill my son.” The gun shook in my hand. “You hoped to destroy my lion with our death.”
“It. . .was a mistake.” Fela shook his head. “Let us call it a wrong judgement based on my shattered ego—”
“I am going to cut you in front of your children so that they can always remember this moment and they will grow up knowing that they better not ever think about fucking with my family.”
Fela widened his eyes in horror.
Kaz placed a kiss on my cheek and then he brushed his lips against my ear again. “Give me the gun, mysh.”
Why would I do that?
With a vicious rage deeply burning inside of me, I could barely contain myself.
I wanted to kill Fela, and I didn't care if I did it in front of his children. In fact, maybe I would shoot them up too. The son of a bitch's bloodline didn't need to continue.
I grew dizzy, imagining all of their blood spilling over my hands, warming my palms. I yearned to smell their deaths. Taste it.