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 tightened my grip on her arm and leaned down until my forehead pressed against hers. “And I said what I said, mysh.”
She shuddered and gazed down at the floor. “If Max doesn’t see me, he will think I don’t love him or—”
“That is bullshit and you know it.”
“Kaz. . .”
“If you stay here and sleep next to him, he will not be waking up to your face. It will be Lunita’s face and probably a pile of dead nurses on the side of his bed offered to him like a bouquet of roses with a Get Well card inside.”
She shuddered again.
“And Lunita would think the pile of dead bodies was a nice surprise for him. Not thinking that this would traumatize Maxwell and possibly give him a heart attack.”
“W-who is going to tell me that he is awake?”
Valentina spoke, “Emily, I plan to stay by his bedside all night and make sure no one comes near him. I owe him my life.”
“Then, it is settled.” I loosened my hold on her arm. “Valentina will let you know as soon as he opens his eyes.”
If. . .he opens his eyes. . .
Tisha spoke, “The witch’s men are also surrounding the hospital. There are over fifty of them. I was told that she will be here in the morning with something for him to drink.”
Delphine has now entered this war? Did she know that Maxwell would get shot?
Emily looked at Valentina and Tisha, biting her bottom lip. “If anything happens, I want to be the first to know.”
Valentina nodded, “I promise you, Emily.”
“Then. . .I will say goodbye. . .”
I fully let her go.
Emily headed back to Maxwell’s room.
Tisha spoke, “You chose well, Kazimir. Emily is fierce enough to be next to you. I did not know it before, but dear God. . .I know it now.”
Valentina looked at the window, watching Emily. “She almost killed you, Tisha.”
“She should have killed me.” Tisha looked my way.
“Enough with the regret. Let us get to the planning.” I snarled. “Which Cartel did this?”
Tisha placed his hands in his pockets. “Sinaloa.”
So the Mexicans want to dance with the Lion?
Tisha continued, “We caught around thirty of them outside of the club. Currently, our people are torturing them for information in a hotel next to ours. I didn’t want the screaming or the sounds of the chainsaws to wake the kids.”
I thought about how in Italy, when Emily was stressed, she had this sudden affinity to torture, and how that had brought Lunita out. “Do not tell my mouse about these men for now, just get the information, and then kill them. Give us both a report in the morning.”
Valentina sighed. “King David got in touch with the New Orleans mayor and Louisiana governor.”
I widened my eyes.
“David said whatever he said, but now we have our portion of the French Quarter blocked off. The news to the locals is that there is emergency-construction going on with no deadline in sight. David instructed me further, and I followed his orders.” Valentina formed a big circle with both of her hands. “There is now a perimeter of armed men around the hotel. There are people on the roofs near the hotel and other roofs further out. There is also a perimeter of armed men around that perimeter as well as another perimeter around that.”
Thank you, David.
The Cartel had awakened a fury within us, one that would not rest until we had avenged those who had fallen, and with all the ones coming to New Orleans. . .unfortunately. . .the war would be worse than Italy.
I narrowed my eyes at Tisha. “Find out the jail their leader is in, and the cell where he lays his head to go to sleep.”
“I knew you would want that.” Tisha nodded. “We will have the Hunter’s location within the hour.”
“Then, let us hope that the Hunter has made peace with his God.” I deepened my frown and scanned the faces of my men, my sister, and cousin. “Tonight, we mourn our fallen. Tonight, we heal our wounds. Tomorrow evening. . .we begin our vengeance.”
Rage rose within me. “For the next days, we are going to dismantle them piece by piece, starting from their lowest ranks and working our way up. No one, and I mean no one, associated with Sinaloa Cartel remains untouched. Baggers to money launderers, assassins to lawyers and tax preparers. Get the message out that if you work with them in any way, you die. Your family dies.”
I pointed at Tisha and then Valentina. “I want the Sinaloa Cartel to feel our wrath in waves, relentless and unending.”
Valentina eyed me. “You said our vengeance begins tomorrow evening. Why not the morning?”
“My mouse and I had planned to meet the Mexicans, Colombians, and a representee of this rich man that started it all—”