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)
Kaz reached out and pulled me to him, making me feel safe and secure. We fit so perfectly together it was as if he was born to hold me and I was designed by God to be held by him.
“Do not worry, mysh. If there was a problem with the Sicilians, we would have already known.” Kaz placed a soft kiss on my forehead. Those tender lips were a soothing balm to my troubled soul.
“I hope you’re right.” I rested my head against his chest and listened to the sound of his heartbeat, letting the steady rhythm comfort me.
He slipped his hands up my back and ran his fingers through my hair. “How do you feel?”
I wrapped my arms around his thick waist. “Stressed, but better next to you. You’re like my stronghold in this world. A bastion of safety in this horrible existence.”
“I understand that more than you know.” He tightened his hold on me. “One of the main reasons why I love you so much, mysh is because no matter who or what is against us—from bombs to psychotic enemies—there is no fear when you are next to me. I always know that we will win.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent. “This craziness will be done soon.”
“Let us hope, mysh.”
“Oh.” I looked up and opened my eyes. “What happened with David and Giorgio?”
“It was a shit show.”
I grinned.
“Take that expression off your face.”
“Of course it was a shit show. The Brotherhood, David, and Giorgio don’t get to choose. It’s Blue’s choice.”
He sneered. “Is it now?”
“Yes, Kaz. And she wants to date them both for a while. I support that.”
“Do you now?” He let me go.
I smiled. “Yes, crazy man.”
He placed his hands to the side of me and on the railing, caging me with his arms. “You think it is fine to date two men at the same time?”
I rolled my eyes. “I think it is fine for Blue to date two men.”
That sneer deepened. “Mysh—”
“Kaz, my understanding of your past love life was that you had tons of women all around the world in condos you purchased, fucking them whenever you wanted to—”
“Blue is not me. I am the lion. She is your number one.”
“Which means?”
“That she is not to cause any fucking trouble with my number one and an enemy’s cousin.”
“First of all, the French aren’t our enemies.”
Kaz snorted.
“Second, you need to mind your business—”
“They were fighting in her room—”
“David was off-duty—”
“He is never off-duty. I should have knocked his damned head off when I spotted him tumbling around with the Butler. I will need to talk to him.”
I smiled. “Be nice to David. He had to kill a woman that he was in love with because of his loyalty to you and the Brotherhood.”
Kaz pursed his lips.
“He’s probably mourning and doesn’t know it. If Blue can bring David some peace, then maybe that is fine.” I placed my hands on Kaz’s chest.
“I will accept her and David, but that does not mean she can mess around with Giorgio too.”
“But what if for David, Blue just ends up being a path to healing and nothing more. Then, it would have sucked that she turned away Giorgio—”
“These two will kill each other over her.” Kaz leaned his head toward me and placed the tip of his nose against mine. “Do you have any idea what pussy does to men like us?”
I licked my lips. “Tell me. What does it do, baby?”
“Pussy makes us weak.” His voice dropped to a growl. “It makes our morals fade. Our sanity break. And when that occurs with men like us. . .the streets fill with blood.”
“I think you are overexaggerating.”
“I put a hole in Paris over your pussy.” He captured my lips, drawing me into a caressing tango of tongues.
I tasted the faint hint of smoke and pulled away. “Did you have one of Max’s joints?”
He swept his hands down my back. “And if I did?”
“You would be in trouble.”
“The good and nasty sort of trouble?”
“No, Kaz. The flip you off the balcony sort of trouble.”
“Hmmm.” He grinned and tried to kiss me again.
I leaned away from his mouth. “So. . .”
He raised his eyebrows. “So?”
“I’m not sure when to talk to you about. . .a difficult topic.”
He frowned. “Now is the time.”
“Okay, but it is a smaller problem that will just irritate you. It doesn’t involve any danger or—”
“Tell me.” He moved his hands from the railing.
“Listen. You’ve been stressed tonight and—”
“Tell me now. Did Fela call you?”
“No.” I let out a long breath. “This deals with Boris.”
His face shifted to a neutral expression.
“I plan to handle this myself, but I thought I should let you know what is going on first.”
“You will handle it, if I agree to that—”
“No, Kaz. I’m handling the situation. We already established that I solely deal with Harlem Crew—”