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)
David spoke, “And what will you gain by going with the Lion?”
Tisha hesitated before answering. “I would gain nothing.”
David snorted. “Not true.”
Tension gathered in my fingertips as I swiped through the camera feeds, searching for my mouse.
Where are you?
Annoyance laced Tisha’s voice. “Who are you to tell me that I am not being truthful?”
David sighed. “If you successfully help the Lion and the mouse in New Orleans, then you would gain more power, wealth, and respect.”
“Successfully help?” Tisha laughed. “What would Kazimir need help with on a holiday in America? It is just a vacation. Will I need to pull his cock out for him and explain how to use it?”
Mysh?
Putting all my attention on the phone, my eyes flickered from one screen to another, scrutinizing each frame for the slightest hint of movement.
Emilio slept in his nursery. Two of his guards stood near the crib. Five others flanked the doorway.
Rest, son.
I swiped through other camera views, spotted movement in the garden, and zoomed in.
There, Baba dug small holes with Paolo. Harlem trotted around the garden, chasing something.
I leaned in.
Is that a butterfly he’s hunting?
Harlem nipped at the butterfly and yanked it down to the ground.
Good boy.
David cleared his throat. “Tisha, this trip to New Orleans will not only be a holiday.”
But, where is she?
I scanned the corridors and rooms, my heart racing as a bead of sweat formed on my brow. The longer it took, the more my desperation grew. For some inexplicable reason, finding my mouse had become imperative, and every second that passed felt like an eternity weighing heavily on my chest.
I quickly shifted my focus to the hidden cameras that only I and a select few others had access to.
Mysh?
I meticulously combed through the live feeds, hoping to catch even the slightest glimpse of her. The anticipation gnawed at me, and I couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of unease.
As I continued to search, my mind raced with thoughts of what might have happened to her, each possibility more troubling than the last. I knew I couldn’t rest until I found her, safe and sound.
“What are you saying, David?” Tisha lowered his voice. “This is a vacation. Correct? Or am I wrong? What must be done in New Orleans?”
David spoke, “You will need to help Valentina keep Kazimir safe.”
Tisha leaned forward. “From whom?”
There you go, mysh.
I zoomed in on my bedroom’s shower camera.
Mmmm.
Emily washed her body carefully. Water cascaded down her curves. On the floor, pink liquid spilled into the drain.
My cock got hard.
I couldn’t help but imagine myself in the shower with her, my hands caressing her body, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
“David?” Tisha disrupted my thoughts. “Who am I supposed to keep Kazimir safe from?”
David let out a long breath. “His mouse.”
What?
I looked up from my phone and scowled at David.
“The Mouse? Very funny, David.” Tisha let out a nervous laugh.
Neither of us joined him.
Tisha’s expression went neutral. “Are you. . .serious? Emily—his mouse—she’s a little thing. Surely, the Lion does not need protection from her.”
David and I exchanged glances.
Hold on. Does he really not know about Lunita or my mouse’s darkness?
I studied Tisha. “What have you heard about my mouse?”
Tisha raised his eyebrows. “Are we to discuss the Brotherhood’s gossip?”
“If necessary, then yes.”
“They say she was a serial killer in New York.” Tisha shrugged. “Cut dicks off of men because they broke her heart.”
“Those men never had her heart.” I frowned. “What else have you heard about her?”
“They say Emily can put three big men on the floor. One day I hope to see this.”
David crossed his arms over his shoulder. “Anything else?”
“They say that she has magic between her thighs and that the Lion is under a spell.”
I was going to argue against that point, but it made me think of her pussy. Due to that, I couldn’t help but glance back at my phone.
Mysh. . .
She still washed in the shower. Water trickled along her breasts as they bounced.
I held in my groan.
She covered her body in soapy pink suds.
My cock stirred.
Instantly, I yearned to be next to her, breathing in her scent, slipping my hands along her slick, curvy body.
David’s voice pulled me away from my enjoyment. “And do you know about Lunita?”
Damn it. Concentrate.
I snapped out of ogling my mouse just in time to hear Tisha’s reply.
“Who is this person?” Tisha glanced at David, and then at me. “Lunita?”
I quirked my brows.
Tisha really does not know anything.
My cousin looked me in my eyes. “What is going on, Kazimir? Is something wrong with your mouse?”
When a person lied, they tended to give it away. Many avoided eye contact. Others increased their blinking or touched their face a lot— nose, chin, or mouth. It was all a subconscious reaction to the anxiety associated with lying.
Everybody that grew up with us, knew that Tisha was a horrible liar.