Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,10

time Max entered with a gun in his hand, but he kept it at his side.

Unperturbed, Kaz glanced at the gun and then back at me. “You really think you can leave me?”

“Yes.”

“How about this? I’ll let you leave the house.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s smart of you.”

“But leaving the city? No.” Kaz's brows furrowed and for the briefest of moments a mixture of anger and pain flickered in his eyes. “Find a nice place in Moscow that I approve of and you can blow off steam.”

“You cocky basterd. You don’t tell me how I’m going to calm down, when you’re the motherfucker that’s tripping.”

Maxwell cleared his throat. “Perhaps, we could get a nice relationship counselor in here—”

“Please take my bag, Max. We’re leaving.”

“Alright then.” Max grabbed the luggage handle and kept the door open. Meanwhile that gun remained in his hand.

Kaz wore a wicked smirk. “I like the Omni hotel. Just the right amount of luxury. Good security since the brotherhood owns it. Stay there for this evening. I’ll have Zahkar make the arrangements.”

“You don’t tell me where I’m going.”

“I do.”

“No you fucking don’t. Especially, when I can’t tell you what to do.”

“You can, just not when it comes to how I deal with Jean-Pierre.”

“Have a nice war, Kaz.” I headed out with a little limp. I had no idea why my leg decided to start acting up. Either way, my limping away in blue pajamas wasn’t the best impression of bad assedness, when I left him.

“I’ll see you later,” Kaz called back.

“You won’t. Not if you set off another bomb.” And then I headed down those stairs. I didn’t look back. To look behind me would be to hurt myself. It would be like Lot’s wife. I would turn into a statue and never leave.

We made it to the bottom level. Boris held that dumb ass glass jar of tea that Baba had been trying to give me. She must’ve gave it to him while I was upstairs arguing with Kaz.

Boris gripped the jar. “Our people are at the building. We’ve got some vans and cars. I don’t know if we can use them now.”

“Those are my vans. Load them up.”

“But you bought those with the lion’s money,” Maxwell added

“We’ll see, if he stops us from taking them. Now it’s just time to leave.”

Boris showed the jar to me. “Baba wanted you to have this for the baby.”

Jesus Christ. I can’t with this woman.

I limped away. “We’re going to New York.”

Max shook his head. “We can’t go to New York. The Tinder Killer stuff.”

“Then, maybe Saint Petersburg.” I shrugged, trying not to drown in sadness. “We have to go somewhere. If I don’t leave, then he may not stop this.”

We headed out of the house.

Cold air hit my face.

Am I really doing this?

Blue stood out by the building with sixty of my people.

How the hell was I going to take care of everybody? I had money but how long could I manage and take care of them? We would need to get some jobs and hustles going. I had no idea who had a passport and who didn’t. Many had gone to Paris, but did they do it the legal way. I wasn’t even sure, if I could leave Russia on my own. Wasn’t the FBI still suspicious of me for the murders back home?

I stopped in front of the building and turned to Maxwell. “What do you think?”

He studied me. “You should have changed out of those pajamas.”

I frowned. “What else?”

“You don’t really want to leave him.”

I looked away. “I don’t.”

“But this is an ultimatum. You’ve got to carry it out.”

“It’s not an ultimatum. If he sets off another bomb, I can’t be with him. You get that?”

“I do. It’s still an ultimatum though.”

“Fine. But, what the fuck do I do, Max?”

“You know I’m shitty when it comes to relationships. I don’t know why everyone keeps asking me for advice.”

“We should at least leave the city.”

“But you can’t take all of these people. Grab a small group. The rest need to go back to their neighborhood and make some money.”

“That’s fair.” Boris nodded. “You already helped us get a few tasks together. A few are selling arms on one section. We’re smuggling stolen goods on another side. Small black market stuff, but everyone is eating a little more in Kapotnya. You did a lot. You don’t have to take care of us.”

“I don’t want to leave and abandon everyone. I just don’t know how long I’ll be