Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
“Well, he’s prepared for them, so send them back so no French or anybody else die tonight.”
Max eyed me. “Em?”
“What?”
“You know someone is going to die tonight.”
“That doesn’t have to happen—”
“It’s going to. The point of my coming is to minimize the damage as much as possible.”
I set the lipstick down. “The gardener is far off, heading to South Korea. Once there, he is going to get a transfer to Chile. That should get him far away.”
“I don’t know why you saved him.”
“Lunita.”
Max shook his head. “Her ass is in trouble too.”
“Yeah, which is why I need to keep Kaz and her calm—”
“You can smoke now. Right? If I get you high, then Lunita is high too.”
I licked my lips. “No. . .I can’t smoke yet, but soon.”
“But, damn, Em. You’re not pregnant anymore.”
“I’m breastfeeding.”
“Oh shit. That’s why the titties are so big.”
I glared at him.
“I’m just saying. Those mamas are trying to speak to me.”
I lifted the phone higher, so they were out of his view. “Just hurry up and get here.”
“Eh, don’t hang up.”
“What?”
“When are you going to stop breastfeeding? I’m trying to smoke with my sis.”
I smirked. “At least six months.”
“Goddamn, Em!”
“See you soon.” I hung up.
Kaz, did you block Max from coming?
I didn’t want to think it was him. Granted, I’d learned from being here that Moscow was known for having heavy traffic, especially during rush hour.
The city had a population of over 12 million people and a high number of cars on the road, which lead to constant congestion.
I placed red six-inch heels on and headed out.
Blue waited for me in the hallway. “You look beautiful.”
“I’m just hoping the dress remains on long enough for me to walk down those stairs. It’s close to popping open.” I shifted the corset a little. “Once this shit is done, getting a fitness trainer is top priority.”
Blue grinned.
“Also, I need you to get the helicopters and grab Max from the highway. He’ll tell you where he is.”
“On it.” Blue headed off to the roof.
I went in the other direction.
My men rose and followed me.
To say I was nervous to tell Kaz everything was an understatement. My stomach twisted into knots that I may never be able to unravel.
Once I made it to the bottom of the stairs and strolled toward the dining area, sweat beaded at my forehead.
I dabbed at it and let out a long breath.
Savory scents lured me foreword.
It will be okay. He will. . .understand. . .and. . .somehow we will get through this.
The sound of helicopters roared off in the distance.
Thanks, Blue.
When I made it to the dining space, I placed a confident mask on my face and stepped inside.
Kaz had already been sitting on the other end of the long table, sipping on his expensive vodka.
The dining space was decorated perfectly. Fine linen covered the table. On top was crystal glasses, fine China, and polished silverware. The lit candles glowed softly illuminating the tons of vases filled with roses. The curtains on the tall windows were open, letting in the moonlight.
Perfect.
Kaz spotted me, set the glass of vodka down, and rose. Then, he let his gaze slip down my body. A dark groan left him.
Okay. This look is working.
He stepped around the table and placed his hands in his pockets.
Twenty feet ran between us.
Tonight, he wore a designer black suit with a black shirt and tie. It had truly been tailored with love, highlighting his muscular frame. His being in that suit did lusty things to my body.
I see I’m not the only one trying to tease this evening.
I swallowed.
Kaz slid his view to my breasts for a silent minute. He licked his lips, raised his view, and then locked his gaze with mine. “Did you think that dress would be distracting me this evening?”
I tensed. “Yes.”
“Then, you were correct.”
I parted my lips.
He prowled my way.
I held up one hand. “Stay over there. We’re eating dinner first and—”
“This has gone on long enough.” Kaz continued my way. “I have been patient—”
“Have you?”
He stopped two feet in front of me. “I have allowed you to freely move around Moscow, instead of placing you in an elegant cage.”
I widened my eyes.
“All of Harlem Crew is still alive. No missiles have been shot at France. Maxwell was even allowed to enter Moscow with not one gun pointed at his head. I would say that I have shown a lot of growth today.”
“Speaking of Max, did you shut down the highway—”
“What are you hiding?”
“It isn’t hiding. It is delaying.”
He glared. “Tell me now.”
“Fine, but can you just sit over there so I feel more comfortable—”
“You want space so you can tell me?”
“Yes.”
“You will not get any.” He closed the distance between us to further his point. “Enough is enough.”
Several staff walked in with practiced precision, carrying Kaz’s favorite dishes. Steam rose from immaculate crystal bowls. One-by-one they placed them onto the table.