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Rafael turned around and glared at me.
I curved my lips into a smile.
David chuckled. “Again, Kazimir. It is all under control.”
“Good.”
“Misha has your location. I see you are exploring the great depths outside of New Orleans.”
“How I wish it were simply exploring. I am on a mission to get an alligator’s eye.”
“Well. . .Baba said your evening was going to be interesting. I have Misha’s people keeping an eye on you.”
“Thank you, David.”
“I will talk to you later this evening.”
I hung up.
Rafael continued to watch me with that angry expression on his face.
I put the phone in my pocket. “Do you have something to say?”
“I am here to help you navigate New Orleans, Kazimir—”
“Then, do that.”
“However, I will not allow you to threaten or harm my cousin, Giorgio.”
“Then, I am lucky that you cannot stop me.”
Rafael narrowed his eyes. “We have all agreed to stay out of this situation with Blue and him, I politely ask that you do the same. I think she is a beautiful and smart woman that will soon make the correct choice.”
I leaned my head to the side. “You met Blue?”
“Giorgio brought her to Nice when Jean-Pierre did a surprise proposal for Eden and a huge celebration that week. We all were there.”
I considered the information, remembering that there had been a week when Blue took a short vacation. I hadn’t realized that Giorgio had been missing also.
But, did David know too?
Wassily spoke, “There is some sort of barrier up ahead.”
I caught sight of a huge green gate flanked by stone and iron.
“It is the Serpents’ first gate to their property.” Rafael turned back around. “There is one more gate after this, but the true test is if we can get into this one.”
“We must get inside.” I leaned forward. “My mouse needs this Eye.”
Continuing to look ahead, Rafael placed his hand on the dashboard and drummed a nervous rhythm with his fingers. “The Alligator Don and his gang, the Serpents have lived in this bayou all their lives. They are not used to outsiders and do not like them. Usually. . .they will beat the outsiders up and throw them in the swamp.”
I snorted. “We will have to explain to them that we are not just any outsiders.”
Valentina chuckled. “Just point to who I must kill.”
The SUV slowed to a halt in front of the gate, the headlights illuminating a worn wooden sign that read “Serpents’ Territory.”
A tall, muscular man with a shaved head and a thick beard stepped out from the shadows. He held a Glock 19 and headed over to us.
