Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
I gritted my teeth. “What do you want?”
Tisha gestured behind him. “We have some glammed-out pansy waiting outside next to our cars, sparkling with diamond cufflinks.”
I frowned. “And?”
Tisha curved his lips into a smile. “Can I shoot him? I ask because Maxwell claims that we cannot kill this guy.”
I held out my hands. “Why not?”
“Kaz?” Emily widened her eyes. “Baba and I have just been saying to keep it chill here and now you are asking why Tisha can’t shoot one of Jean-Pierre’s people?”
“Is it not a fair question?” I turned my view back to Tisha. “Why did Maxwell say we cannot shoot him.”
Tisha shrugged. “Apparently, this is one of Jean-Pierre’s cousins. He calls himself the Comedienne.”
“Oh.” I chuckled. “You can definitely shoot him.”
Baba let out a long breath. “This is going to be a very long trip.”
Chapter five
The Comedienne
Emily
Holding Lemonisha, Max entered the room. Casual, yet stylish, he wore a lavender linen shirt with the top unbuttoned. The outfit was complete with beige pants and leather shoes. A brimmed hat slanted to the side.
Instead of smiling my way, he scowled. “Alright, Em. Stop being a diva.”
“What the fuck?” I handed Emilio to Kaz and rose. “How am I being a diva?”
“We should have been off this jet hours ago.” Max checked his watch. “I need you to get off your Lauryn Hill vibe and get back to boss status.”
Kaz stood with Emilio. “Lauryn Hill vibe?”
“Lauryn Hill is one of our favorite singers, and unfortunately she’s known for showing up three to four hours late to her concerts.”
Max gestured for us to leave the bedroom. “Come on. We don’t have time for a music lesson.”
Kaz glared. “Calm down. Do not rush my mouse.”
“Man, I’m trying to get this first meet with Delphine over with.” Max frowned. “I wasn’t even going to come, but Baba kept insisting the whole flight that I should be there.”
“Alright, man.” I nodded. “Let’s go then.”
I headed out of the bedroom.
Out in the narrow hallway, Max handed Lemonisha to one of the men from Harlem Crew. “Take her to my suite and give her a light mist of water while you play Louis Armstrong’s What a Wonderful World.”
The man gave him an odd look but nodded.
“Start the song first. Then, mist.”
The man nodded again.
Max marched off.
I inhaled Lemonisha’s sweet scent as I strolled by her.
Without turning around, Max barked, “Don’t even think about it, Em.”
“Boy, I’m not taking any lemons.”
Not yet.
I checked over my shoulder.
Far behind us, Kaz whispered Russian to Emilio, and Tisha’s huge hand protectively held Paolo’s small one as they all journeyed forward.
Meanwhile, Baba lagged behind them with a worried expression.
I placed my view back to the front.
All our men had left the plane, except for Lemon. She remained positioned by the exit with her guns holstered.
My heart ached for Blue. It would be so weird not having her around.
Everything will be fine. Lemon will be just as good.
Walking in that direction, I checked Lemon out.
This will be fun.
Surely, Lemon would stand out in any crowd she found herself in, not only due to her impressive height, but also her striking presence. She easily cleared six feet yet, moved with an edgy grace. Today, her hair was a bold shade of bright blonde, cropped short in a pixie cut that highlighted her striking features.
I got to her. “Nice to see you with us in New Orleans, Lemon.”
She hit me with a smile. “Always a pleasure, Emily.
“Yeah. Yeah.” Max strolled by us and left the plane. “Let’s get to the scary lady before I decide to run and hide.”
“Would you chill out? I’m already nervous.” I followed him and stepped out of the plane and into the hot and humid air of Louisiana.
Jesus.
Within seconds, sweat beaded on my forehead.
I grabbed the railing, walked down the stairs, and nervously scanned the area. “Where’s Boris?”
“He’s on night duty, so I sent him to the hotel with Harlem, Valentina, and the rest to get some sleep.”
“Cool.”
Hurrying down, Max snorted. “Punk ass.”
“What?”
He hit the bottom of the stairs. “You’re scared to talk to Boris? Aren’t you?”
I dabbed at the sweat on my forehead. “I’m not fucking excited about it.”
“Just talk to him, Em. Dude worships you. Boris may have fucked up bad, but he repented with me for sure in Africa. Now he needs some reassurance that you and he are good.”
“I’ll do my best.” I got to the bottom of the stairs and waited for Kaz to leave the plane and catch up with us.
Lemon positioned herself a few feet in front of us and had her guns out, telling me she would not be playing at all with her new position.
Kaz is right. I did need a new number two. Already Lemon is better than Giorgio. If he had been here, he would have been solely gazing at Blue.