Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,1

like the queen’s sentry. He had dark brown skin. His hair was cut low. Tiny crosses covered his chin and neck. Young and huge. He was close to Kaz’s height of 6’4.

“Emily? You’re up?”

“Yeah.” I gave him a weak smile. “You could’ve sat in a chair. In fact, you didn’t have to guard me at all.”

“I know, but. . .” Boris shrugged. “I feel helpless.”

“Me too.”

He took a step my way and then stopped. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know.” I walked away, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

It was my fault. Had I sat my behind down, perhaps our child would still be here.

Boris hurried and walked alongside of me. “Where are you going? If you’re hungry, I can get you some food and bring it up. You don’t have to move around.”

“No. I want Kaz.”

“Oh.” Worry covered his face.

I stopped and turned to Boris. “Do you know where he is?”

“He’s. . .” He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug.

“In his office?”

“No.”

I kept my annoyance down. Boris was acting weird, but it was an odd day. “Did Kaz leave?”

“No.” Boris lowered his head as if he himself had done something wrong. “Kazimir is in the war room.”

“Say what now?”

“He’s in the war room.”

War room? That can’t be good.

I marched off, pushing through the aches and soreness. “Where the hell is his war room?”

“You have to go through the back of the kitchen on the first level and then there’s these special stairs that take you up—”

“Why the hell is he in a war room again?”

“He wants to kill the French.”

“The Corsican?”

“My understanding is that he wants to kill all French people period, but definitely the target would mainly be the Corsican. However, I don’t think now is a good time to visit France.”

Although weary, I picked up my pace.

The war room? What kind of crazy shit was that? Did he think he was some sort of leader of a country? Wait. Of course he did. The Bratva was massively populated and expanded all across the globe. There were as many as six thousand different groups within the brotherhood. More than two hundred of them had a global reach. So, it would be fair for Kaz to have a war room of some sorts.

I thought about our conversation on the plane yesterday.

“Mysh, my worst fear came to life. Someone took you from me.” Death had blazed in Kaz’s eyes. “Do you really think that I’ll now be a warm cuddly lion this year?”

We had been in the shower. Even with the warm water and me safely in his arms, he was furious. However, I thought that I had managed to calm him down.

Kaz had left a trail of soap along my stomach. “As long as Jean-Pierre stays quiet, the Louvre will be saved.”

“I think he will remain silent, but I’ve been wrong before.”

He frowned. “If Jean-Pierre acts up?”

“Then bomb the shit out of him. I don’t want us to have to keep looking over our shoulders. That would only be if Jean-Pierre was dumb enough to keep bothering you. If he does, then he’s not as smart as I thought.”

“You think he’s smart?” Kaz asked.

“Smart and rising in power.”

Kaz groaned.

“What?”

“Your saying that he’s smart, makes me want to kill him.”

“Then, we should talk more about this in a few days.”

“After the doctor.”

I smiled. “Yes. After the doctor. Let the Parisians enjoy their week. And don’t you dare think about taking away the Louvre. I never got to see it.”

“The museum will be the least of their problems. If Jean-Pierre fucks with me, I’ll stop the imports and exports from coming into that country.”

We had an agreement. And then I miscarried and Kaz was now in the war room.

It wasn’t the French’s fault for the miscarriage. It was. . .mine.

I rushed down the stairs.

While I felt guilty and sad, Kaz had turned his sorrow into rage. On the plane, I had prevented him from killing the Corsican over kidnapping me. Now, I didn’t know if I could calm him down again.

Kaz wanted a baby more than I did. I was terrified of becoming a mother. He openly welcomed being a father. If anything, he had probably been shooting me up with cum the whole time and secretly thinking of how he was filling my belly with children.

A war room? No. I don’t need this today. Come to the bedroom, my lion. Let’s just lay under the blankets in silence.

It took a while for Boris and me to get to the