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)
Creepy bastard.
David looked off in Jean-Pierre’s direction. “I have men monitoring the Butcher and his people’s moves here.”
“Good. The Butcher is a pansy, but he is also smart.”
Jean-Pierre dipped an imaginary hat at me and headed away with his people.
I shook my head. “The Butcher will play friends with us as long as he needs too. But, once we show weakness, he will attack and try to take us down. In fact. . .he may even meet with Fela and play the fence.”
“I will have several men watching him.”
“Good. If something seems wrong with his movements, let me know.” I turned off in the other direction. “And then I’ll finally snap that perfumed neck of his.”
We made it to the suite.
Three men stood outside of the door.
One opened it for us.
I held my hand out and blocked David. “Hold on.”
David eyed me. “Yes?”
“Give me one minute alone.”
Nodding, David stepped back. “Okay. Let me know when you want me by your side.”
“I will.” I entered the massive presidential suite and shut the door behind me.
It was two-stories with three master bedrooms and five bathrooms. Each room boasted impeccable furnishings. There was a living room, parlor, library, piano room, full working gym, and dining area that could be used as a mini-ball room.
King David cleared out the mini-ball room and made it the official area for any meetings. Emily named it the conference room.
A butler, chef, and maid came with the place and lavished us with constant attention.
However, in this moment, no one existed in the large foyer.
Silence ran through the place.
I leaned my back against the door and gripped my chest with both hands. My breathing grew into rapid pants. Sweat beaded along my forehead. My vision blurred a little.
I blinked through it.
You have control. You have control.
I trembled in fear and wanted to scream, but knew I couldn’t. If I did, a whole army would barge into the suite, baring weapons and readying themselves to kill.
And all they would see was the Lion breaking down.
Mysh. . .
Chapter 6
An Exchange of Notes
Kazimir
An hour had passed.
My sleeping mouse lay in the bathtub, submerged in warm water and bubbles. Valentina kneeled on one side of the small clawfoot tub, delicately holding Emily's shoulders and making sure my mouse didn't sink down into the water.
The tub in our master suite was too big. And with the way blood coated Emily and me, I didn't want to get the bathroom too dirty. The maids would have woken her up as they cleaned.
Instead, I decided to wash her in one of the extra bedroom’s bathrooms. I had just drained the tub and filled it up for the second time, and still the water was already turning pink.
At least most of the blood was gone.
I had been too nervous to wipe around her face. Red liquid still stained her forehead, cheeks, and the sides of her face. Her hair was a matted mess with clumps of strands and dried blood stuck together on different sides of her head.
How will I wash that without waking her?
Emily was so particular about her hair. Valentina offered her stylists. Blue had widened her eyes as if that would be a bad idea.
Still, I considered the possibility.
If I try to. . .braid it. . .Emily would instantly know something was wrong. What do I know about braiding?
Once again, I was out of my element.
Valentina shrugged. “We can simply fly off and bomb the whole region.”
“My mouse would not be pleased with that solution.”
Valentina gazed at one of Emily’s nipples poking out of the bubbles. “I figured she had an amazing body. What else would keep your attention?”
I sneered. “This is your first warning.”
Valentina pouted. “It was a compliment, not me drooling over her body.”
I slipped the sponge's edge between Emily's toes. Brain matter and bits of skin had stuck between them from Lunita stomping around the dead bodies.
Valentina let out a long breath. “I didn't even try to look. The nipple was right there, requesting that I give a suitable comment.”
I pushed bubbles over it. “You will not get a second warning.”
Valentina looked up at Blue. “Do you see how my brother talks to me?”
Silent, Blue stood by the door and kept her view forward.
Valentina turned back to me. “So. . .will you tell Emily?”
Certain that the foot was now clean, I put it into the water and shifted to the other foot. “Tell her about the other personality?”
“Of course you will tell her that. I'm talking about killing Harlem Crew members.”
Blue stirred on the side. Surely, some of the six had been her friends.
I held no remorse for those cowards. They should have courageously stood by my mouse, not run away at the first sign of a few cut-off dicks.
I rubbed hair off a pinky toe. “I will tell her eventually. First, we must discuss Lunita.”