Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
This grim annoyed expression hit his face, but he said nothing.
“Marcy is family. This means that he is now your family too. You’re welcome.”
He scowled.
Happy with myself, I started to eat, sampling the succulent pieces of chicken, vegetables, and rice.
Oh my God. This chef is a beast. I don’t know if Banks will beat him tomorrow.
I almost considered calling off the cookout challenge but if my chef kicked Banks ass on the grill then it would teach his butt a little lesson about bringing his dusty ass grill to Lotus Blossom.
After several quiet minutes, Lei let out a prolonged sigh, but his dark gaze never left mine.
I could see him wrestling with the words he wanted to say, every muscle in his face tensed as if locked in a duel with his emotions.
Then finally, he let out a grumbled. “Fine.”
“Fine?”
“I will be on my best behavior at the cookout.”
“Your hands will not have any contact with Marcy’s body?”
That damn mouth of his wanted to go into a sneer, I could see him battling with keeping those lips straight.
I smirked. “Yeah?”
He rolled his eyes dramatically, but the hard edge that had been present before was replaced by one of resignation. “I’ll behave myself.”
“And your men will behave themselves?”
“I cannot account for Duck—”
“You will account for Duck, and you will manage all of them and make sure everything is fucking awesome. You are the Mountain Master. I’m not trying to hear any excuses.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes, really, Lei. If you all fight in front of my sisters and/or on this property, you all will be in big trouble, and you don’t want that.”
A wicked grin spread across his face, but he kept quiet.
“I already told Banks and them to be cool.”
“And if they start something?”
“They won’t.”
“Okay. Well. . .I still think that there will need to be a discussion between us and them.”
I sighed. “Does that need to happen at the cookout?”
“We are over-due for a talk.”
“But at the cookout though?”
“We can talk out by the garden while you show your sisters the house. It won’t take long.”
I studied Lei, knowing there was an undercurrent of rage still there. Surely that discussion would be more than peaceful words.
He tilted his head to the side. “Is that okay, Mountain Mistress?”
“Just talking.”
“Only words.”
“Nice ones?”
“There will be no physical violence.”
“Like I already said, if we continue, then you all will be family.”
“It is not an if, Moni, we will continue.”
“Then, get used to thinking of Banks and Marcy as your cousins.”
Disgust flickered over his face, but he straightened that expression real quick.
“Lei, they are not your mortal enemies.”
“They’re not.”
“It’s time to be cool with them.” I began to eat some more. “I read the history between you both and it all sounded childish and petty.”
“Rowe Street Mob is new to the Diamond Syndicate. Just some years here and there. Everyone else grew up in this life, so it is hard to respect them—”
“You all are Nepo babies.”
“I didn’t get the throne due to nepotism, I had to kill many men at a young age with only a fucking sword.”
I thought back to the Four Aces book and nodded. “That’s true.”
“It’s not that I expect Rowe Street Mob to bow down to us all the time, but in meetings Marcelo talks too much and stomps too damn much for my liking. Sometimes he should just shut the fuck up and take whatever we are giving him.”
“I feel like if he did that you would respect him less.”
Lei didn’t respond.
“Either way, it’s time to start working together and I think the cookout will be a great place to begin.”
We just have to make sure Leo isn’t there.
I thought about how his presence could cause Marcy to die right on the spot.
“Work together?” Lei grumbled before shoveling food into his mouth.
The corners of my lips twitched upwards in a smirk at his childish display. “Eh, if you’re pussy whipped then you’re going to be a good boy tomorrow.”
“And what will I get for being a good boy?”
“You want a present?”
“I want some pussy.”
I chuckled.
“In fact, if I’m nice to Rowe Street Mob and don’t harm them, then. . .”
I eyed him. “Then?”
“Lei wants a show.”
“Oh damn. You’re just going to turn my whole thing back on me?”
“I am.”
“Then, fine.” I held out my hand to his. “Let’s shake on it. If you’re good with Rowe Street Mob at the cookout then you get a show.”
To my surprise, a dark groan left him as he shook my hand back.
Horny man.
I shook my head.
The rest of the meal drifted away from Marcy and the cookout, turning towards lighter talks of moving my sisters in officially and how we would make room for them in our lives without disturbing the peace we had just established.
Once we were finished, Lei showed me around the garden some more, and we traveled around barefoot and naked under robes.