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)
“Hey Baba?” She frowned. “Yet, no beach invite from the Lion or the Mouse?”
Kaz groaned in annoyance.
She shook her head. “Does Baba not like the beach? The sun? The ocean?”
Kaz growled, “This was my attempt at a family picnic—”
“Is Baba not family?” She gestured for the man to put the chair next to me. “Does Baba not like picnics?”
Kaz looked at me as if wanting help.
I chuckled.
Paolo got to Baba and hugged her legs. “Swim, Baba! Swim!”
“Okay. Okay.” Baba placed her bag next to the chair. “You must give us some time. The Lion is about to apologize.”
Paolo stepped back and widened his eyes. Then, he turned his view to Kaz.
The Lion scowled. “I was not about to apologize.”
Baba glared at him.
Kaz sighed. “Sorry. Next time you will get a proper invite.”
“That is all Baba needed.”
I smiled. “Do you have any visions of the days to come?”
“No, but I did see the news.” She glared at Kaz. “The U.S., Britain, France, Albania, Norway, and Ireland called for an emergency meeting of the U.N. Security Council.”
Kaz shrugged. “And?”
“When will the missile’s coordinates be changed?”
“When Fela’s head is separated from his body.”
Baba sighed. “I worry that this move could cause a great conflict between Russia and other countries.”
“And my only worry is keeping my mouse and unborn son safe.”
Baba directed her attention to me. “Take control of this and do not let him have the missile pointed at Nigeria for too long.”
I nodded.
Baba took off her sundress and headed off with Paolo and Harlem.
Kaz rested his gaze on my breasts. “Back to that bikini.”
“Wow. I thought we were making wedding plans.”
He licked his lips. “Get rid of that dress.”
Slowly, I grabbed the sides of the dress and slipped it off. The cool breeze brushed against my skin.
Kaz grunted. “Tiny. Just how I like it.”
“Thank you for this day.”
“I want more days like this.” He rose from the blanket and held his hand out. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“Baba has the puppy and boy. Now it is my time to eat.”
I grinned. “You already had a yummy sandwich.”
“Now I want your pussy.”
Loving the idea of his mouth on me, I took his hand and got up. “This was an amazing surprise.”
Kaz guided me away.
“But, I feel bad that everyone is out, trying to fix this situation with Fela and we are just chilling on the beach.”
“Get used to it, mysh. You are on the top, not at the bottom. That means that at times, others do, while you relax.”
Instead of heading back to the hotel, he led us further down the beach.
I glanced his way. “Where are we going?”
“I have a special surprise waiting for you.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes, mysh.”
“Well, whatever it is, I am down. You have outdone yourself today.” I squeezed his hand. “I love how. . .you have really embraced having Paolo around and. . .thank you for talking to me about Pavel’s. . .ghost.”
Kaz shrugged. “Besides Pavel haunting me, Lunita was pretty adamant about accepting Paolo. Therefore, I gave in. I do not want to see her popping up again.”
I widened my eyes. “Me either.”
“Kazimir! Kazimir!” Wassily jogged to us, holding a phone. “The Mouse has a phone call.”
We stopped.
I reached for the device.
Kaz took the phone, before I could touch it. “Who is on the phone?”
Wassily frowned. “Fela.”
Chapter 43
Management Lessons
Blue
After traveling by helicopters, we were back in the Calabria region.
Maxwell drove a black Maserati Ghibli through the narrow streets of Camini.
I sat in the passenger seat.
Boris stretched out in the back.
I prayed no Italian cops would stop us. The vehicle already smelled of marijuana mixed with the odor of fresh leather. Maxwell had a huge bag of marijuana lying next to the gear stick.
Ahead of us, David drove in a van full of Brotherhood and Harlem Crew.
Following behind us, the French packed two vans.
The ride had been peaceful with Maxwell playing some American hip hop music.
Then, Boris decided to bring up my unintentional love triangle. Intrigued, Maxwell shut the music off. I caught them up about the kisses, roses, and roof date.
Next, Boris tried to offer his advice.
“Naw, Blue. Don’t listen to Boris.” Maxwell clutched the wheel with one hand and smoked a blunt with the other. “If you try to date them both in secret, then you roll into murky moral territory.”
“But, if you do not keep it secret, then someone will die.” Boris chuckled in the back.
We sped past rugged buildings covered in graffiti.
“Doesn’t matter.” Maxwell blew a smoky circle. “Keep it honest. If you end up finally picking one of them, then you have a meaningful future ahead of you.”
Boris chuckled again. “Or they end up killing each other.”
I glanced over my shoulder and frowned. “This is not funny.”
“Sorry, Blue.” Boris tried to purse his lips and then laughed again. “This is just hilarious.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why is this funny to you?”