Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
The rest of us remained on the floor at odd angles.
There was a loud crunch as if the floorboards were about to give way.
No. No. Please!
We all stared at the floor.
Thank God nothing happened.
“We have to get the fuck off of this motherfucker.” Maxwell looked around and kicked the door open next to him. “Come on!”
“Where are you going?!” I staggered to my feet, barely able to keep my balance. My head spun.
Giorgio grabbed my hand and helped me forward. “Are you alright?”
“Y-yes.” I glanced back. “Where is she? We can’t let her escape.”
Ufuoma looked around for a second, sighed, and then followed us as if knowing her percentage of survival rose with us.
Okay. We finally have her.
Somehow, I stumbled into a small bedroom. The bed had overturned. Mattresses and sheets were flipped to the side. I continued forward at the crazy angle. The yacht leaned over so much, it was hard to tell if I was going up, down, or sideways.
“Hell yes!” Maxwell pointed forward. “There’s a balcony.”
Boris widened his eyes. “And?”
“We are going to jump off that motherfucker.” Maxwell headed our way and then grabbed Ufuoma’s arm. “Come on.”
She snapped her arm free. “What do you think you are doing?”
“Saving my future wife!” He gripped her arm again, but this time it was firm. “Unless you want to die on this boat?”
She swallowed.
“I doubt you will die here. Baba said we will plant Lemonisha in front of our house and all of our kids will drink lemonade and shit.”
She didn’t fight him. “W-what? I-I do not understand anything you are saying.”
“I’ll explain later.” He tugged her forward.
She remained there. “W-where are you taking me?”
“To safety, baby.” He slipped his hand down her arm and took her hand. “I told you that I’m now your protector forever.”
Ufuoma glanced back at me as if I could help her. Horror covered her face.
She must think he is absolutely crazy.
I shook my head.
Well. . .he is crazy.
Maxwell guided her toward the balcony. “We will jump together.”
Do we all have to jump?
My body tensed.
Boris stood in front of us, staring at the balcony. “There has to be another way.”
The yacht screeched and emitted a metallic rattle.
“Yo! You hear that?” Maxwell shoved Boris forward. “Hurry, man!”
Boris stared back at us. “Is the ocean going to be deep enough near the yacht?”
“Man, if you don’t jump your ass off this balcony, then I’m going to throw you.”
Boris pointed at Maxwell. “Why can’t you go first?”
“Because I’ve got my wife.”
Ufuoma widened her eyes. “I am not your wife!”
Maxwell pointed at the balcony. “Boris, I need you to be down there so if she tries to escape, you can grab her.”
“Why not have Giorgio do it?”
“Man, look at the Butler.” Maxwell pointed to us. “He’s only concerned for Blue’s safety.”
I glanced at Giorgio.
He watched me and smiled. “It is true. Everyone else could die here, but you.”
“Thanks a lot, Giorgio.” Maxwell rolled his eyes and returned his view to Boris. “Come on, man. Don’t punk out. Be real with it.”
“We could die from the fall.”
“Eh!” Maxwell hit Boris’s back. “Connect to your big dick energy, man.”
“This damned day.” Boris quickly opened the door and rushed onto the balcony.
Maxwell yanked Ufuoma onto the balcony. “Can you swim, baby?”
“I am not your baby—”
“You are. You just don’t know it yet—”
“You should be locked away in a mental hospital—”
“As long as you are in there with me.”
She loudly sighed.
“God, please watch over me.” Boris climbed onto the rail, took in a deep breath, and then jumped.
Oh Lord!
I rushed over to the edge.
Boris’s shirt flared out as he fell. Once his body hit the ocean, water splashed around him. The surface rippled.
Seconds later, Boris’s head popped up. He screamed with joy, “I am alive!”
My heart hammered in my chest.
“Alright, baby.” Maxwell guided Ufuoma to the balcony’s edge and helped her over the railing. “You want to jump hand-in-hand or separate?”
Her bottom lip quivered.
She gazed down and then looked at him. “Hand-in-hand.”
I blinked.
For real?
Maxwell hit her with that signature panty-wetting smile. “I’m growing on you. Aren’t I? You know what? Don’t answer. I feel the vibes.”
She frowned.
“Alright, baby.” He tightened his grip on her hand, stared at the sky, and then looked at the water. “On three. Okay?”
“Y-yes.”
“One. Two. Three.”
They jumped into the water. Their clothes rippling out like a parachute and flailing with the fall. They hit the ocean together, doubling the splash around them.
Giorgio took my hand. “Are you ready?”
Before I could answer, the yacht violently bucked and lurched to the side, heading downwards into the ocean with enough speed to surely drown us instantly.
“Ah!” I screamed.
My heart raced.
Together, we rushed over to the railing.
There was no time to think or prepare myself. I gritted my teeth.
Giorgio roared, “Jump!”
We did, tumbling through the air. Wind whipped around us. We plummeted into the freezing ocean with a massive splash and an explosion of ripples.