Page 33 of His Queen

So very wrong.

Because my hummingbird…she’s exactly like me.

CHAPTERTEN

NICOLI

The vibratingof my phone disrupts the stillness of the room. I sit up, pensive and alert, and instinctively know something significant has happened—significantly bad.

I reach over, swatting at Maximo’s name on the screen like a fly. “Something tells me this is going to be a real shitty day if you’re calling me at the buttcrack of dawn.”

“We have a problem.”

“God, I hate it when you say that.” I pinch the bridge of my nose to forestall an impending migraine. “What’s going on?”

“It’s Yulie.”

“What about her?”

“She’s dead.”

“What?” I shoot up and stop breathing for a moment. “What do you mean Yulie’s dead?”

“You and Alexius need to get here pronto.”

“You didn’t phone him?”

“I tried. He didn’t answer.”

“We’re on our way. Fuck.”

I’m dressed and out the door in record time. And the best part is I practically did it in stealth mode without waking Mira, which isn’t exactly a feat since she knows the best way to maximize eight hours of sleep. That woman sleeps like a rock. I’d pay top dollar to be able to sleep like her just once a goddamn month.

As I push through the doors and into the hallway, rushing to drag Alexius’ ass out of bed, a nasty chill runs down my back. Maximo didn’t want to go into details over the phone, which means whatever the hell is going on, it’s a fuck-up of massive proportions.

“Alexius, you have to wake up, man,” I say as I storm inside his room, finding him wide awake, perched against the headboard with Leandra riding his dick reverse cowgirl style.

“Jesus. Knock, you asshole,” he sputters, grabbing a sheet and draping it over his wife. “And don’t you dare stop, stray,” he tells her, wrapping her up all nice and tight so I don’t catch a peek.

If this were any other time, I’d grab myself a chair and a glass of bourbon, get my wife in here, and we’ll both enjoy the show. God knows that’s the kind of shit my brother and his wife are into.

“God, it’s humid in here. You two been fucking all night?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Maybe later. Right now, we need to get to Myth. So get her off your dick, and let’s go.”

“What’s going on?”

“Maximo called, and we have a mountain of problems coming out of our asses today. Good morning, Leandra,” I say, smiling at the silk-clad figure who doesn’t seem to care that they have an audience because she’s still rocking like a lifeboat on the Atlantic through a level-five hurricane.

“Get out!” Alexius growls, throwing a pillow my way.

“Get your ass over to Myth. And for God's sake, hurry the fuck up.”

It’s still dark, but the streetlights bathe the empty streets in a dim glow, illuminating the stale city air. It’s not even six in the morning, which means zero traffic through town, allowing me to get to the club in less than twenty minutes. But I am surprised to see Alexius’ car pull up just as I walk up to the entrance, the sun starting to peek out over the horizon, spilling oranges and yellows across the sky.

“Okay, either you finished the job real fucking fast, or you promised your wife some real good pussy licking when you get home.”

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