Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Duck smirked. “You’ve always been wise beyond your years, Lei. But still, I’m curious.”
“I don’t see why it matters.”
“I think that if Monique ends up being your first then she will hold more power over you than you understand.”
“Basically, you are assuming that I will be pussy whipped to the point where I will fail as a Mountain Master?”
“Pussy is a powerful drug and I’m thinking that by the way you were moaning inside your tent. . .Monique will get you addicted.”
I pointed at him. “Don’t spy on us again.”
“It was loud enough for most of the camp to hear.”
“It wasn’t.”
“It really was, Cousin.” Duck shrugged. “If she didn’t take your virginity, then what the hell did she do?”
“None of your fucking business.” I gestured at the entrance. “Do you want fight again?”
“No.” Duck held up both of his hands. “I just think you should consider. . .”
I quirked my brows. “Consider what?”
“Bringing your harem back to at least take your virginity so that if you go that far with Monique again you will be more—”
“I told you to step aside with Monique and let me handle it.”
“You did but now I am talking as your Red Pole.”
“Your title deals with your going to war for me and overseeing defensive and offensive operations not pondering the activities of my cock.”
“Monique is directly connected to Rowe Street Mob. Do you not think that we may end up going to war with them soon?”
Sighing, I looked up at the creatures dancing around the ceiling not wanting to deal with any of this.
Duck continued, “If you get hung up on Monique, that may give Marcelo some opening—”
“She won’t spy for them—”
“I must consider all possibilities—”
“Not when it comes to her.” I put my view back on him. “When it deals with Monique, you don’t think logically.”
“That’s not true.”
“You took her panties.”
Duck went silent.
“As I said before, step aside.”
Duck swallowed.
“And do not concern yourself with what she and I do, or how addictive her pussy truly could be.” I scowled. “Do you understand?”
Duck slowly nodded.
Whistling, Wu stepped back into the tent. “Aww. There we go. The glasses are empty. Very good, Mountain Master.”
I pointed at him. “That concoction is never to be given to me again. Do you understand?”
“You’re welcome, Mountain Master.” He bowed and headed over. “Now, let us finish with my assessment of you two. I’ve heard there is a big feast tonight. You two will not want to miss it.”
Groaning, I sat back on my bench.
Chapter five
Of Confrontations
Monique
As soon as I finished my call with Banks, I sprang into action. The goal was to find the lightest blue top and pants I could spot since colors played such a pivotal role in signaling alliances and intentions with the Diamond Syndicate.
Actually, I appreciated Banks for letting me know about all of this.
I was an outsider. To me, the color of a shirt was an inconsequential choice but apparently to those in the Syndicate, every hue carried its own weight of meaning and significance.
Now, I know. I’ll move properly from now on.
Already, this difficult dance of politics and power within the Syndicate was getting exhausting.
Only seven days. Then, it’s back to normal life.
I must have rummaged through my clothes for at least half an hour.
Finally, my fingers brushed against the cool silken material of a pale blue top.
Perfect. That’s whitish looking compared to all my other stuff.
I quickly paired it with matching pants hoping the ensemble would convey a message of neutrality and peace to Banks until I received the white clothes.
Okay. Now I need to let Chen know that they’re coming.
As I dressed, my thoughts raced.
Banks’s unexpected early arrival would probably be alarming. While his protective nature over family was something I had grown up with, it also came with a side of extreme violence when he perceived any threat.
And I was slowly learning that in this new world of the Syndicate, threats were everywhere.
It was ironic, really. Here I was, on this sacred mountain, surrounded by a sense of peace and ancient wisdom, yet the violent politics of the outside world were never too far behind.
It’ll be fine. They come. They drop off stuff. All done. No worries.
I took a moment to center myself, drawing in a deep breath to calm my racing heart.
Lei had his plate full already. The responsibilities of being the Mountain Master were vast, but even more. . .he had to kill his father. The last thing he needed was to deal with the chaos Banks and Marcy could bring.
Guilt hit me.
I had hoped my stay here would be peaceful for him, a brief respite from the madness. Yet it seemed I may have inadvertently brought a storm to Lei’s doorstep.
A green one.
Pushing my worries aside, I took one last glance at my reflection, adjusting my sky blue top and smoothing out any wrinkles.