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)
Giorgio definitely fucked her.
I sneered.
And I am telling.
But there was no luxury of time for revenge now. There would only be one purpose for today—keep my mouse and son safe. I would help David deal with the Butler later.
Blue’s phone buzzed. She checked it and looked at me. “Emily is on her way down.”
It is almost time.
My blood ran hot with worry. My chest tightened with stress as I twisted in anxious anticipation.
Come on, my love. Let us finish this.
Minutes later, my men held the doors open, and my mouse strolled out with guards flanking her.
I groaned. What does a woman put on to kill someone? Apparently, the sexiest thing she could find in her closet.
Mysh.
I narrowed my eyes with disdain as my mouse strolled my way, looking expensive and enticing. Her form-fitting suit was a deadly midnight black, shimmering in the sunlight. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin, an obsidian armor that accentuated her shapely figure. Her blazer was splayed open in a provocative V-neck, spotlighting the swell of her breasts.
Goddamn it.
She dripped with female confidence as an aura of lethal feminine sexuality radiated from her.
I grunted and moved my gaze lower.
Her pants were cut in a way that hugged her hips and defined her powerful thighs.
Mesmerizing.
With each step she exuded a captivating, powerful grace. And her swinging of those hips demanded attention.
Absolutely not, mysh.
I swore that body called out to me, begging for my cock.
You think I will let you go to him this way?
I raised my view to her face.
Those fierce seducing eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark shades. Today, no wig graced her head. Instead, meticulously twisted cornrows were intricately patterned all over her scalp, while the ends cascaded down her shoulders and curled at the tips.
Before she could get to me, Maxwell yelled from the hotel’s entrance. “Yo, Em!”
Barely ten feet away, she stopped and turned around. Those tight pants put her voluptuous ass on a full taunting display.
I clenched my teeth and fisted my hands to the side.
You will be changing, mysh.
Maxwell jogged her way. When he got to her, he let out a sharp whistle.
See. Even Maxwell knows you’re dressed too sexy.
Together, they walked forward and approached us. Her sweet perfume reached my nose. I stifled a groan and yearned to pull her close to me.
She must have known because she left a gap of three feet between us.
How are you, mysh?
I desperately wished I could see what was going on behind those shades.
“Damn, Em.” Maxwell whistled again. “Are you trying to seduce dude or kill him?”
She smirked. “Whatever.”
“For once I agree with Maxwell. The outfit is too sexy.” I checked my watch. “We have time for you to change.”
Emily leaned her head to the side. “Who has time to do what?”
Maxwell shook his head. “Don’t answer, man. It’s a trap.”
Everyone turned my way and remained silent.
She stared back at me. Even with the shades on, I sensed that she was shooting poison-tipped daggers with those eyes. I knew one wrong word could set off a storm, but lions were never afraid of rain.
You heard me, mysh.
I folded my hands in front of me. “You have time to change into something more appropriate for this—”
“I’m ready now.” She puckered those candy red-painted lips as if holding back a few curse words. “And that’s that, Kazimir.”
I quirked my brows.
Kazimir? Not Kaz?
Maxwell chuckled. “If you know what I know, then you better leave that shit alone.”
Frowning, I put my attention on Maxwell. “Shouldn’t you be watching over Ufuoma?”
“Yeah, but I had to check on my first lady before shit went down.” Maxwell faced Emily. “Are you sure about this, sis?”
Emily sucked her teeth at me.
I blinked.
Oh, really?
Then, she put her view on Maxwell. “I’m sure about it. This is the deal, and it must get done.”
“Yeah, but remember the White Plains job.” Maxwell held out his hands. “We made a deal there too, yet X slipped in for the renege. He did that shot to the temple. Boom. We aimed at Gerard’s people—”
“Gerard is not Fela, and White Plains is no Italy.” Emily slowly shook her head. “This is on another level, Max. And. . .I have the baby to think about.”
“Facts.” Maxwell bobbed his head. “So, then my next idea is that we do the Brooklyn Con, I could change really quick and—”
“We can’t, Max.” Her voice lowered. “But, thanks for offering to dress up as a woman again.”
David and I exchanged odd looks.
She let out a long sigh. “So. . .are you ready to head to Nigeria? All packed?”
“Yeah.”
Her next word was laced with sorrow. “Good. . .”
Maxwell shrugged. “I always wanted to visit Africa. Now I get to see some of the continent.”
She remained silent.
He cleared his throat. “But, I will be back and by your side soon.”