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Lunita or my mouse?
I studied her, noting every detail—the slight tremor of her clenched fists, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the barely controlled anger simmering in her gaze.
It is still my mouse. . .for now. . .
Emily moved away from the doorway with a deliberate, menacing grace. She was no longer the Mouse. Now she was a predator closing the distance on its prey.
And Misha thinks he will be the Nightmare in New Orleans. Stand in line, cousin.
She stopped in front of Tisha and Valentina.
I walked over and got to her side.
Emily’s gaze settled on Tisha.
His stance faltered slightly under the intensity of her stare.
Then, Emily sneered. “Tell me everything.”
Chapter thirty-five
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Kazimir
Tisha cleared his throat and gazed down at Emily. “The bombs went off right at midnight. They were planted outside, near the entrance.”
Emily remained still with the gun at her side. “So, they had time to kill our guards in the front with no one knowing and then they had even more time to set bombs?”
Tisha’s gaze didn’t waver. “Yes, Emily.”
Valentina spoke, “The first two explosions took out most of the front of the club. Everyone by the front or on the stage died instantly.”
Emily didn’t turn my sister’s way.
Instead, she kept her view on Tisha.
Valentina’s eyes darkened, and her voice turned into a whisper of its usual strength. “After the explosions, men stormed in, searching. Shooting indiscriminately. It was chaos. Bullets flying. People screaming. But in the end, I believe they were looking for you two.”
Emily still watched Tisha. “Kaz and me?”
“Yes.” Valentina’s eyes watered. She pursed her lips, and I knew that she was biting back tears. After a few silent seconds, she cleared her throat. “When one of the men saw Maxwell, they signaled for others, and it turned into a battle solely between them and Maxwell.”
Rage spread over Emily’s face. “They knew who he was to me?”
Valentina nodded. “Harlem Crew joined in. Many died. Then, some of the men saw me too and. . .”
I frowned. “The same thing. They recognized you as someone important to me and made sure to kill you.”
“If not for Maxwell, I would not be here.” Valentina’s bottom lip quivered. “I was near the bar, trying to find cover and shoot. Maxwell saw one of them aiming at me, ran over. . .”
Emily turned to Valentina.
My sister fisted her hands. “Maxwell didn’t hesitate, not even for a second. He jumped in front of me. . .shielding me with his body.”
Emily’s grip on the gun tightened as she put her view back on Tisha.
Valentina continued, “Maxwell caught the bullets, Emily. In his chest and stomach. Those bullets were for me. . .”
