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)
I clenched my teeth.
Hatred boiled in my veins.
I wish you were here to see this, Lunita.
The fleeting whisperings of humanity and empathy that my mouse and Emilio had sparked within me was now smothered under the blazing fires of my rage. Now any compassion that I had was only a distant echo.
What remained was an empty shell formed of murderous bloodlust and fueled by an unquenchable thirst for vengeance.
The men threw the gardener down on the ground ten feet in front of me.
David got to my side.
The next group of men guided in my mouse’s two night guards. They wore dark blue suits, white shirts, and red ties. Their guns were gone.
One had an afro mohawk with blonde tips.
The other was bald.
No fear covered their faces, just regret.
Did you not know it was Lunita? Were you truly paying attention while you guarded my mouse?
My men stopped the two guards five feet in front of me. Together, the two men lowered and kneeled on the ground.
Like proper soldiers, they didn’t beg for their life or shed tears. They simply stared off in the distance with their palms flat on their thighs. Perhaps, they were making peace with their God.
I hoped so because for me they would not be forgiven.
The squeal of a helicopter roared above the mansion.
I looked at the glass ceiling and spotted my helicopter flying over. Bright light spilled through. “Who the fuck had my helicopter out tonight?”
“Earlier, Blue left and grabbed Maxwell. Now they are returning.”
“That was a waste of gas. Maxwell will not stop anything.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Where is my mouse?”
“After injuring six more of our men, she has calmed down and is in the master bedroom. I have ten men by her door and another five standing outside her window.”
“Who is with Emilio?”
“He is wrapped around Olga’s back and sleeping. Baba and she are having a tea party with Paolo and Harlem in the West wing.”
“Good. Nice and far from here, so they will not hear any screams or gunshots.” I returned my attention to the gardener.
This is who you picked, Lunita? This is the man you allowed to violate my mouse?
Unlike my soldiers, he sobbed on the ground, muttering in Russian. “Please, I will not touch her again, but my heart did not know any better.”
The gardener looked to be in his early thirties. His blond hair was tussled as if he had been nervously running his fingers though those strands all day.
“My heart wanted her.” He clasped his hands in prayer. “Love chooses us, we do not choose love. Any man may think he knows his heart, but it is love that ultimately guides it.”
“Very poetic.” I looked down at him. “Will you be as poetic when I am slicing your fingers off your hand?”
His eyes went wide in fear. “Please, spare me.”
Delirious with rage, I curved my lips into a smile. “I may.”
He shook. “Y-you may?”
“Yes, but you will have to tell me everything.”
“I-I will. Everything.” He bowed over so that his forehead was touching the ground. “Anything you want to know. Just save me. My mother is sick and she will need me.”
I turned to David. “Speaking of his family.”
“I am sorry, Kazimir, but it is too late to grab his family. Giorgio got them out of Russia. Somehow, he did it while our men were at the gate and focused on the gardener. There’s no sign of what flights were taken.” David handed me a gun. “Do you still want me to find them?”
You think you saved them, mysh. We’ll see.
“Keep searching for his family.” I lowered my voice and grabbed the gun. “No one with his blood can live after this. An example must be made.”
Suddenly, the garden’s glass doors burst open.
Frowning, I placed the gun at my side.
“Hold up!” Maxwell raced into the garden. Sweat dripped down his face. “Yo!”
I groaned in annoyance.
What the fuck does he want?
Seven other Harlem Crew soldiers followed him inside.
David pulled out his phone and texted something to someone. It probably dealt with finding the gardener’s family.
Maxwell slowed down five feet in front of me. “Listen, man. You can’t kill them.”
“The gardener dies—”
“I don’t give a fuck about him. I’m talking about Em’s guards.” Maxwell gestured to them. “Harlem Crew is under Em’s and my jurisdiction.”
“Jurisdiction?” I leaned my head to the side. “You think the Brotherhood is a system of fucking laws?”
More of my men rushed in.
“Listen, man.” Maxwell glanced over his shoulder, rolled his eyes at the additional people, and directed his annoyance back at me. “I’m coming to get my people and then you can do whatever the fuck you was about to do.”
“Your people?”
“Yes, man. Why are you acting stupid right now? We had this talk back in Italy. Plus, Em told you to chill when it came to Harlem Crew.” Maxwell pulled out a joint from his pocket. “Now be a good lion and let them go.”