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 air around them grew thick with unspoken tension.
Silence filled the space between them.
But, what I noticed the most was that I could no longer see J.P.'s hands. I couldn’t see Giorgio's or Louis's hands either.
If I were them—in a room and surrounded by my enemies—I would definitely have a gun pointed under the table.
They better not. . .
I leaned back, checked under the table, and spotted the guns in all three of the French's hands.
J.P.'s gaze shifted to my way.
Kaz growled. “How many are on me, mysh?”
“Six guns.” I sneered. “Put them away.”
J.P. made no move. “Perhaps, we should start over.”
Kaz didn't back down. “Who did you talk to?”
Max cleared his throat. “Can I enter this heated conversation and shed some light?”
“After the French take their guns off Kaz.” Fury surged in my veins. “Now.”
J.P. adjusted his position. Then, nodded at his cousins. They moved their arms.
I checked under the table and confirmed that the French actually put their guns up.
However, Kaz remained right where he was, curled his lips into an evil smile, and revealed his sharp teeth.
Sitting on Kaz's other side, David gestured at Wassily. “Get their weapons.”
J.P. frowned. “That's unnecessary.”
David's expression turned stern. “Your pulling them out was unnecessary.”
J.P. pointed at Kaz. “Yet, the Lion continues to stand over us like he is seconds from leaping over the table and choking me.”
Kaz's showed more of his teeth. “You are really good at reading body language.”
“I am even better at defending myself.”
Max stood. “So, let's get this over with really quick.”
Everyone turned to him, except Kaz. My crazy lion continued to glare at Jean-Pierre.
Max rubbed his hands which told me he was nervous. “So. . .it sounds like a bitch move on Jean-Pierre's part. I get it.”
I raised my eyebrows.
Jean-Pierre's face twisted in annoyance.
Max shrugged. “However, I told Jean-Pierre that he could connect with a few people in Harlem Crew. Then, I gave him the ones that I trusted the most.”
What the hell?
More rage radiated from Kaz. “Give me their names.”
“Hell to the no, man. From now on, all Harlem Crew matters will only be handled by Em and me.”
J.P. looked at me. “I wanted your people to let me know if Lunita showed up. My plan is solely to help.”
I froze in uncertainty.
Embarrassment washed over me.
However, Baba's cards flashed in my head too—the Joker, King of Diamonds, and Ace of Hearts.
“Help?” Kaz vibrated with rage. “You attempted to flip her people in the midst of war—”
“We are allies.” J.P. moved his view to Kaz. “While this appears disloyal, it is—”
“Treason.” Kaz gripped the edge of the table. “Max, I want the list of names.”
Max sat back down. “I'm not giving your ass shit.”
All of those Two of Spades hit my mind.
Kaz continued, “Next, I expect the pansies to be on the next plane out of here because if I see them, I plan to get my rocket launcher and—”
“Kaz.” I placed my hand over his, rose, and whispered in his ear, “I agree with Max. Him and I will handle this further.”
“Mysh?”
“Can we discuss this later?”
He gritted his teeth. “You should clean house immediately.”
“We don't have time for that.”
“There's always time for death.”
“But, we have others to kill.” I squeezed his hand. “Please, sit down.”
“We will discuss this later.” Frowning, Kaz lowered back into his seat.
Everyone turned to me, hopefully because I was the only one standing and no other reason. Regardless, I didn't like their attention.
I sat down.
A deep voice sounded by the wall. “Interesting.”
I looked and realized Misha was on a television screen, watching us.
What the fuck?
All types of colored flashing buttons and lights came from the dark walls surrounding him. Plus, he had this odd head set on. I instantly felt like we were all in a science fiction movie and Misha was the ominous captain in the spaceship's control room.
His gaze remained on Kaz and me as if he were in the middle of typing mental notes in his head.
Wassily gathered weapons from J.P. and then Louis. When he stopped at Giorgio, he shook his head. “I do not let just anybody touch my guns.”
Now it was time for David to rise. “You will today.”
With blue gloved hands, Giorgio placed two blue guns on the table. They were Colt M1911. G10 grip panels with diamonds fitted to their handles. The brilliant blue titanium shimmered in the room's lighting.
They were pieces of art.
Ummm. . .
I hadn't realized they were that color when I checked under the table. I had been so worried for Kaz and needing to make sure the French didn't pull their triggers.
David frowned. “Nice guns.”
“Blue will hold them.” Giorgio pushed them across the table.
O-kay. . .
Damn near shoving Kaz out of the way, David reached over him and grabbed the guns. “Blue has her own duties.”
Shocked, Kaz backed his seat up to give David more room.