Kaz would take his turn. Currently, we had entered some form of good cop, bad cop. Hopefully, no one would have to see the bad cop this morning.
Kaz spoke, “Perhaps, I can get some answers from J.P. What will give us answers?”
Jean-Pierre turned to Kaz. “I want any plans of war to end.”
Kaz formed his mouth into a wicked smile. “And I do not want it to end. I welcome war with you.”
Jean-Pierre unfolded his arms. “How do we end any conflict between the Corsican and your brotherhood?”
“Are you aware of how lions hunt?”
“I’ve recently had to learn a lot about lions due to some maniac putting several of them in my warehouses. It took time to deal with that problem.”
“That is the problem with lions. There is no hiding or stalking involved, they go for the big prey and then corner it strategically. Once the prey is cornered, the Lion comes in face-to-face to fight with the animal. In this scenario, the weight, brute strength, and bravery of the Lion is what will determine the outcome of the hunt.”
“Hmmm. And you think that I am an animal that you can corner?”
“You’re my guest.” Kaz pointed behind him. “And you are very very close to a corner right now. In fact, the only thing that is stopping me from grabbing you and slamming your head into the corner several times, is my mouse.”
“Not just your mouse.”
“No?”
Jean-Pierre shook his head. “No.”
A boom sounded outside the door behind us.
I jumped in my seat.
What was that?
Gun shots rang next. There was some sort of battle going on in our living room.
“Yo, Em!” Max yelled from outside the door. “We have company!”
Kaz jumped up and lifted the table, keeping it between us.
I rose and got behind him.
Boris pointed at the door.
David kept his gun on the Butcher.
Meanwhile, Jean-Pierre brushed off the top of his jacket, completely unconcerned. “Like I was saying, I am not exactly cornered. I just needed a proper moment to talk to your mouse. One I didn’t think I could get on my own.”
Sounds of fighting came from the hallway.
And then Louis stepped in, holding a damn rocket launcher. Four more people followed behind him. Thankfully, Max still appeared safe with his gun pointing in front of him. He had the gun aimed at Louis’s head, which may or may not have mattered.
“A rocket launcher?” Kaz rolled his eyes. “You idiots can’t even be unique?”
Louis shrugged. “What works. . . works.”
Giorgio and Jean-Pierre walked over to Louis.
David kept the gun aimed at Jean-Pierre’s head. “Kazimir, what do you want me to do?”
Kaz gritted his teeth. “Nothing yet.”
It was a good play on the French’s part.
Yesterday, whenever Kaz and Jean-Pierre had their battle back at the house, the French had clearly moved to a plan B. Louis had been in the area the whole time, probably guarding the Devil. Of course he would never be too far. And so he must’ve followed Kaz and his men as they took his cousins off. And Louis would be armed and ready to make a move.
Kaz must’ve come to the same assumptions that I did. He glared at Louis. “How did you know when to enter?”
Jean-Pierre tapped the diamond crown on his tie. “This is a microphone. My cousin loves to hear my voice, whether I’m with him or not.”
Kaz frowned. “So, you didn’t think you would kidnap me?”
“Of course not. We’re in Moscow. I knew I would be unsuccessful, but I prayed that you would be smart enough not to kill me until bringing the mouse my way.” Jean-Pierre held his hands out. “I should leave soon, but I would like to make a new deal.”
“What?” Kaz growled.
“Free reign for my men and me in Russia. That’s it.”
Kaz stormed his way.
Louis kept the rocket launcher targeted on Kaz.
“Get that off of him.” I walked over to Louis.
The other French guys pointed their guns at me.
Jean-Pierre yelled at them, “Move those guns away from her. Keep the mouse safe.”
I continued to Louis and stopped in front of him. “Take that off of Kaz right now.”
Louis clenched his jaw. “Are you afraid my finger may slip?”
“I’m afraid I might cut your dick off and feed it to you.”
Louis smirked. “I’ve missed your lovely psychotic demeanor. We should do lunch sometime.”
“Fuck you.” I screwed my eyes at him.
“Don’t worry, mysh. These perfumed pansies won’t hit me with the rocket just yet.” Kaz stopped a foot in front of Jean-Pierre. “Free reign in Russia? Is this because you