Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,121

my cheek. “We all lived before the internet, before this unlimiting global connection. Now it is impossible not to meet someone from another race, another religion, another belief system. Now it’s a crime to be ignorant in this age where knowledge can be consumed as fast as one drinks a glass of water.”

“You’re right.”

A half an hour later, we made it to Crystal Heaven with no problem.

When the limo arrived at the gentlemen’s club, a valet hurried over, holding an umbrella.

The valet opened the door. “Mr. Solonik, welcome back. It has been a while.”

“Hmmm.” I huffed on Kaz’s side.

Kaz chuckled and left the limo.

The valet smiled. “Will you want your usual table with the same amount of women.”

“No, he’s fine.” I rolled my eyes.

Of course, Kaz would be a regular here with a table and certain amount of women.

I scanned the place, hoping to get rid of the attitude that rose. I wasn’t usually a jealous woman, but Kaz had brought it out of me many times. I took in the outside. The lot was as full as one would imagine a strip club would be. Expensive cars crowded around the building.

With a wicked grin, Kaz took my arm and whispered, “My visits to Crystal Heaven were before you. Another time. Another lion.”

“Let’s hope the females in here understand that.”

“I kind of like the idea of you being jealous.”

“Trust me. You don’t want to see me jealous for too long.”

“Why not?”

“It involves a good amount of blood.”

“Hmmm. Now you’re just talking dirty to me.” He leaned my way, nipped at my bottom lip, and guided me forward.

Music boomed from the inside.

The valet pulled the door open for us.

We stepped into the noise. The crowd of men were wall-to-wall. Six small stages were all over the place. There was a different nude woman on each. I had expected something sleazy, but it was as high-end as a club could be. It was also much bigger inside than it looked.

Red chandeliers dangled from the ceiling. White curtains covered all of the walls. Black plush lounge chairs were scattered throughout the space where men sat, dressed in designer suits.

Rock music filled the air in waves. The sound rushed in for a little and then pulled back. The bass held a heavy beat. The tempo stayed lively tempo, and all the butt naked women moved rhythmically to the sound.

Wow. Max said they wore no clothes. No wonder he’s in these places every night. Just his sort of party.

Not one piece of fabric covered any inch of the exotic dancers. And they weren’t bad to look at either. Gorgeous. All of them were works of art—shapely thighs and voluptuous breasts. Long hair and perfect makeup. They twisted and turned, shook their asses and jiggled their breasts. And all of them—every last one—waved at Kaz with excitement in their eyes.

A blonde even blew a kiss his way.

I looked at him.

Kaz frowned. “I’m glad you don’t have your gun.”

“You should be.”

He let go of my hand, placed his on my back, slipped it lower, and cupped my ass. “Don’t worry, mysh. You’re all I think about.”

It might have been pathetic, but I beamed with pride. “Thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for when it deals with the truth.”

Thankfully, each time the dancers called out or tried to signal him, he continued walking and ignored them. I wasn’t sure what I would have done with any other response.

God, I hate being jealous. Pull your shit together, Emily. It’s just. . .really naked and gorgeous women. Tons of them. Oh never mind. Stop thinking about it.

As we walked deeper into the gentlemen’s club, more men crowded the place. With several steps, I scanned the large area searching for Zahkar.

“Do you know where he will be?”

“Of course. The brotherhood has its own area. We don’t sit out here with the peasants.”

“Of course not.”

We pressed through the crowd. Our men flanked our sides, shoving people out the way.

Kaz led me past the main lounge and down a darker hallway bathed in red light. “Zahkar will be in the VIP section.”

“A place I’m sure you’ve barely ventured.”

“At times, I’ve gone to VIP. . .but only to read my Bible.”

“Definitely.” I smirked. “I can see that.”

Two huge men stood at the door. When they spotted Kaz, they stepped aside and opened it.

It’s like he owns the place.

After entering, we strolled past a velvet curtain that opened into a small room. Not too small, it was maybe thirty feet by thirty. It had an