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)
“Correct.” David nodded. “But, it will also reduce the intensity of his punch’s impact.”
I considered that. “Good point.”
Jean-Pierre spoke behind us. “Perhaps, we should all be privy to your conversation.”
I headed back to my position. “Butcher, when I make you privy to my conversations, we will be stranded in the pits of hell and I will be using your mouth as my toilet.”
Jean-Pierre twisted his face in disgust. “I merely requested a fair fight not a threat drenched in flames and bodily waste.”
“Shut the fuck up!” I roared at him. “It is your cousin that has us in this mess—”
“My cousin?” Jean-Pierre gestured to one of his men. “This is your number one’s fault. Once again, the King has his cock out and in the wrong places. First Bartolo’s fiancé, now—”
“That was fucking different.” David headed toward Giorgio.
Several of my men grabbed him.
The pansy Jean-Pierre was gesturing to, arrived next to the Butcher with his violin case.
“What is this?” I sneered. “You take your bow out and this turns into a Brotherhood verses Corsican blood fest.”
Jean-Pierre grabbed the case, but kept it closed. “You are whispering things to your number one, and setting the rules. I want a fair fight for my cousin.”
David and my men headed back to their side.
I glared. “And what would be a fair fight, Butcher?”
“A proper referee,” Jean-Pierre countered.
I touched my chest. “That is me.”
He shook his head. “That is not fair at all. Your only concern during the fight will be to keep the King safe. I request that Maxwell is put in charge.”
“What?” I looked Maxwell’s way.
He’d been leaning over a dead body and drawing a smiley face on the cheek.
Boris chuckled.
“Eh, guys.” Maxwell rose and wiped the small knife’s blade on his pants. “I’m pretty busy—”
“Get your ass over here!” I yelled.
“Boris, put all the bodies together so we can get stuff in order.” Sighing, Maxwell headed my way, kept the joint to his side, and blew out smoke. “Em is right. You need to calm down.”
“Give me that damned joint.” I held out my hand.
Right as he got to me, Maxwell let out another long breath and gave it to me. “Come on, man. Please don’t spit all over this one.”
I took the joint and inhaled.
Maxwell eyed the joint in my hand. “How many rounds will this fight be?”
“No rounds.” Smoke left my nostrils. “We end when one of them cannot get up.”
“This is stupid.”
“As stupid as you slicing the neck of one of the most important men in the Vizzini family?”
Maxwell frowned. “Fine.”
He stepped forward and clapped. “Alright. Alright. Let’s get this shit over with.”
David and Giorgio stared at each other. Flames of rage blazed in Giorgio’s eyes. David curled his lips back and bared his teeth in a feral snarl.
I took another hit from the joint, needing some source of relaxation.
“We’ll make this shit simple as fuck.” Maxwell got between them. “Soon as I back out of your way, knock the other’s head the fuck off. Any questions?”
Neither responded.
This atmosphere shifted to heavy and intense. Perhaps, it was because testosterone packed the space. Maybe it was the dead bodies still rotting in the room.
A soothing sensation poured over my body, telling me that the weed was doing its job.
“Yo. I want to say this one thing though.” Maxwell held out his hands. “It’s nothing wrong with just the both of you dating Blue.”
Neither turned his way.
“Plus, I like you.” Maxwell looked at King David, and then turned to Giorgio. “I even like you too.”
The men just glared at each other.
Giorgio drew back his fist and seethed with rage.
“Well, then.” Maxwell shrugged and scanned the room. “Perhaps. . .we should make this interesting with a few bets. I got a couple hundred in my pocket and—”
“Get on with it, Maxwell.” I blew out smoke.
“This motherfucker.” Maxwell shook his head. “Alright. Let’s do this.”
Maxwell backed up. “Begin!”
Fast, David took a swing with his right.
Giorgio bobbed and dodged it.
But, David must have expected that, he threw a left hook and got Giorgio in the nose.
The Butler stumbled back and shook his head.
David charged forward and delivered a crushing punch to Giorgio’s face. Still, the Butler remained standing and just simply shook that away.
Come on, David. Show me some blood.
The two began circling one another.
The quiet tension shifted in the space. Everyone became more animated and backed up, creating a wide circle. A couple of my men cheered David on. That triggered the pansies to start speaking in French and rooting for the Butler.
Okay. Now we have a fight.
Determined to ruin the manicured pansy, David threw a heavy blow to Giorgio’s midsection, but the Butler’s block was enough to make it only a glancing blow.
I puffed some of the joint.
David threw another punch, but like a bullfighter twirling a cape, Giorgio twisted away in perfect time, causing David’s fist to fly past him.