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)
“We are not sure, sir.”
“Did you contact Misha?”
“We did.”
“Well?!”
“He said that she is safe and fine. When we asked if he could send us footage, he said that he was staying out of this.”
What the hell did that mean? Staying out of what?
The man cleared his throat. “Then, we looked into the hotel's security system and could not find her location.”
“Then, find her.”
“Sir, I do not think that is possible. It is a lot of rooms—”
“Find her.” I closed the space between us. “I asked you to get a view of her minutes ago.”
“Sir, the problem is that there are so many rooms—”
I slapped him so hard my hand ached. So hard he fell to the ground and grabbed the side of his face.
“Yo!” Maxwell opened his mouth. The joint fell from his lips.
I leaned over and glared at the man. “Find her!”
The man stared up at me in shock. Seconds later, he rushed to standing and then raced away.
Maxwell picked up his joint from the ground. “Dude, you can't just be slapping grown men like that.”
“I can and I will. Be careful you don't get slapped today.”
“I wish your ass would think about raising your motherfucking hand at me.” Maxwell pointed at my way with the joint. “It would be the last thing you did before you died.”
“I doubt that.”
Maxwell brushed dirt off the joint. “This is why you have so many enemies plotting behind your back.”
“No.” I turned around and stared at Scilla. “It is because everyone wants the throne that I sit on—”
“Naw, man. It is because you be slapping people and talking to motherfuckers in the most disrespectful ways.”
“Perhaps, you should smoke your joint and concern yourself with other things.”
“This motherfucker!” He placed the joint between his lips. “Em is fine. You're being extra right now.”
“She should call back.”
“I bet she wants you to focus.”
My frown deepened.
I hate being away from you, mysh. At least let me hear your voice.
King David appeared. Wassily walked on his right. Harlem Crew was on the left, carrying large bags stuffed with something.
They stopped in front of us.
The French chose that moment to come over.
Maxwell quirked his brows at David. “Where's the rest of my people, man?”
David frowned at Giorgio and then looked at Maxwell. “They are waiting by the boats, making sure no one takes them.”
“Boats? So, that's how we will get to the Don.” I nodded. “Not a bad idea.”
David gestured to Harlem Crew. “We have tons of clothes for you all. This is to make sure we fit in.”
Jean-Pierre frowned. “Clothes?”
“Find something in the bag and put it on.” David smiled. “Today, we are all fishermen .”
One of Harlem Crew carried a bag over to the French. Jean-Pierre never moved his view from David as if waiting for him to elaborate.
Meanwhile, Giorgio's face twisted in disgust. “Where did these clothes come from? A store or—”
“We grabbed the clothes off some fishermen who appreciated the stacks of euros we gave them.” David flashed Giorgio a wide smile. “If I were you, I would ignore the smell.”
“They are dirty?!”
“Are you suggesting that these hard-working men do not wash their clothes.”
“I am not wearing any of this.”
“Then, you can stay on the shore and babysit the vans.”
Jean-Pierre scowled at Giorgio. “Put the clothes on. You will not be wearing them for long.”
Giorgio sneered.
“Make sure those diamonds are put up too.” David turned back to me. “Like I said, we need to look the part.”
I crossed my arms across my chest. “What's the plan, David?”
“We dress, get in the boats waiting for us on the side, journey through the strait, and sail to the cliffs. There's several fishing poles in the boats to help us look the part.”
“Are you sure about this plan? Don Fabrizio would have men on the cliffs, watching out for Russians.” Jean-Pierre stepped forward. “With the number of us and amount of boats, it would look suspicious.”
“Apparently, it is swordfishing season. We have six boats.” David gestured to all the fisherman already out there. “We will have no problem fitting in. Of course, some courageous men will have to climb to the top of each boat.”
“Look. I don't mind the clothes or climbing to the top.” Maxwell took a hit of his joint and then paused to exhale a cloud of smoke. “I'm just worried about the sea monsters.”
Everyone turned to him with confused expressions.
“Do not worry about them, Maxwell.” I smiled. “Only monsters on the sea will be us today.”
Chapter 21
Gone Fishing
Kazimir
We went to a dark, narrow alley on the side of the castle that was blocked by our vans. There, we searched through the fishermen's items.
Wassily grabbed our jackets and the French's fragranced diamonds.
I loosened my tie and took it off.
“This is a lot of clothes, man.” Shirtless, Maxwell rummaged through the bags. “Tell me something, David.”