Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,115

that exists between the traditional Sicilian mafia and Black Axe.”

“Hold on.” Emily pulled out a sticky pad from the desk and a pen. She placed one near her and wrote down Nigeria. “The drugs from South America go to Nigeria?”

“Yes.”

She wrote down Italy and placed it further away. “Then they go onto Nigerian boats and head to Calabria?”

“Yes.” I took her pad and wrote down Sicilian on one and then ‘Ndrangheta on the other. “The port that Ndrangheta is here, but unfortunately it’s pretty damn close to the region of Sicily which has the Sicilian mob constantly placing their nose in everything.”

“And Fela Oni somehow took over and is now the head of drugs going into Europe?” She wrote his name on a note and gave it to me.

“Yes. He snatched the drug trade from all of them.” I placed the note above both Italian groups.

“This is heralding in a new era of organized crime.” Rolan rose. “It also means that Fela Oni is a very dangerous and powerful man. Burn that picture.”

“I will, after I’m done with it.”

“Mother Mary.” Rolan shook his head at me. “Can I have a drink, nephew? This is too much to talk about.”

“Yes.” I gestured behind me. “Make yourself something.”

Emily turned to me. “So, how do we think this picture and the drug trade connects to the monkey heads, chimpanzee, and gorilla?”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay.” She stared at the sticky notes. “What else can you tell me about Black Axe and the Italians?”

Rolan went over to the bar and poured a glass of vodka. “This wave of migration from Africa has changed southern Italy a lot. The neighborhoods under mafia control have shifted to the growing presence of foreigners. And Black Axe has now taken over more. They’re linked to illegal trafficking, prostitution, and drug dealing.”

“The Sicilians and ‘Ndrangheta aren’t happy about it.” I shrugged. “And they’re not happy with me for coming up with the idea. So when problems arise, they call me in as if this is my mess to clean up. And I’ve been nice about it, because all three groups provide a healthy income to the brotherhood.”

“The brotherhood gets money from Black Axe, ‘Ndrangheta, and the Sicilians?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “Due to business dealings.”

Rolan walked back over with his glass. “But if that picture gets out, there may be some conflict.”

Emily tapped her fingernails on the desk. “Back to this picture, why does Adrik have Fela naked and at the end of a chained leash?”

Rolan grimaced. “Must we talk about this?”

I clenched my jaw. “Yes.”

Rolan took a big chug of his vodka and then answered. “Adrik had Fela on the leash because he was keeping him as a pet for three months.”

Emily rolled her eyes. “Excuse me?”

“Fela came to Moscow during the Soviet Union years to go to college. He ended up messing with Adrik’s sister—who frankly wasn’t that good-looking anyway. Adrik should have been happy someone wanted to kiss her—”

“Get on with the story, Uncle Rolan.”

“The first time Adrik caught Fela with his sister, he beat up. Fela must’ve loved the ugly woman because he continued to date her. The second time Adrik caught Fela, he came close to killing him, but his sister convinced him to do something else.”

Emily didn’t appear pleased. “She was okay with Fela being her brother’s naked, chained pet?”

“It was better than death.” Rolan took another swallow. “Again, Burn that photo immediately. That moment in time is the very reason why Fela is not a loveable college kid. It changed him. When he returned to Nigeria, he started that movement.”

“Fela will not see this photo. I’m only keeping it because I want to know why my mouse’s man was killed over it.”

Rolan held his glass in the air. “Who do you think killed her man?”

“It makes sense that Zahkar would want this photo hidden. Can you think of anyone else?”

“I’m surprised Zahkar would have had possession of that photo. This image is a secret.” Rolan took a gulp of his vodka. “Do you remember who killed Adrik?”

“No.”

“Not many do. That is also a secret.” Rolan gulped more of his vodka. “Fela killed Adrik and then went to your father. Fela gave him evidence about Adrik’s plans to take over the King’s position. Your father gave that information to the King. Next, the King appreciated and told your father to hid Adrik’s body and send Fela back to Nigeria with a good sum of money.”

I raised my brows. “Adrik planned to kill the King?”

Rolan nodded. “And since