Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,125

picture. The mark was on the back.”

“Why do you think they delivered it?”

“To…blackmail me. T-to get me to do things for them.”

“Did anyone ever contact you?”

He looked away. “No.”

I stabbed his other shoulder.

He cursed over and over in Russian. More blood stained his tweed jacket. Some reddened the white collar of his shirt, making it pink.

“What did they ask?”

“I. . .I can’t. . .they said they would kill my wife.”

“Don’t you understand, Zahkar?” I lowered and glared at him. “If you don’t say anything, I’m going to kill your wife, and that shit won’t be pretty.”

He spat at me. Warm saliva hit my cheek.

Shocked and enraged, I dug the knife into his throat. Blood sprayed at my face.

Fuck. I wasn’t done. Damn it. I should have controlled myself.

I’d been so mad. I acted, instead of thinking it through. I rose and backed away, wiping away the spit and blood.

Meanwhile, Zahkar crashed to the floor. His body shifted into spasms. Men gazed at him in shock. The rest were straight faced, probably scared to die today also.

I glanced over my shoulder at Kaz.

He glared down at Zahkar. Fury covered his face. His fisted hands lay at his sides. And I could swear that his rage was not directed at me.

Okay. I didn’t do too bad.

Swallowing, I turned to Mr. Blue Cross.

He backed up several feet.

I walked over to him.

“Listen, I only followed orders.” He edged away. “I didn’t even know the lady.”

“I understand.”

“It was quick. I smashed her head fast.”

“Okay. Relax.” I continued to head towards him. “I won’t kill you.”

He stopped. “No? Thank you—”

“Boris will kill you. You’ll come back to the penthouse with us, and Boris will take his time with you. As long as he wants. I don’t know what he’ll use on you, but you can think about what it could be on your ride there.”

Mr. Blue Cross looked around as if searching for a place to run. Kaz’s men blocked the main opening that we had come in, but there was the fire exit close to me.

He took a step forward.

Don’t do it.

He took another step and raced that way.

“Hell no.” I rushed for him.

He tried to punch me. With a big chest and short arms, he didn’t have much reach. I arched around the punch, swatted his hand away, and sliced his face with the knife.

Screaming, he charged for me.

And then Kaz yanked him by the arms and slammed him into the wall.

Well, my lion let me do most of it today.

I stepped back as Kaz punched him several times in the gut and then slung him down to the ground. Kaz’s other men got to him, ready for blood.

“No. Don’t kill him!” I cleared my throat. “Please. He’s for Boris.”

Kaz’s men paused and turned to him.

I turned to my lion. “Boris and Yuri grew up together. I promised Boris he could do it.”

Kaz motioned for them to take Blue Cross away. They carted the guy past us.

“Mysh.” Kaz took off his jacket, walked over to me, and grabbed my knife. “When I said you could take charge—”

“Did I go too far?”

“It was necessary, but hard for me to stand still.” He wiped the knife on his jacket and handed it back to me. “How are you? I didn’t see you get hit, but. . .”

Swallowing, I pocketed the knife. “I’m fine, baby.”

He slung the jacket over Zahkar’s body.

Sadness hit me. “Are you mad that I killed him?”

“He spit at you.” Kaz frowned. “If I was closer, I would have snatched his head off his body.”

“The Knights of Babylon blackmailed Zahkar?” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Do you believe him?”

“It would’ve been a smart tactic. Jean-Pierre killed the butler, housekeeper, and two men from the security tv room. They could have had something on them too. Blackmail is a great way to get people to do bad things.”

“And, it’s a great way to get things done while keeping your identity secret.”

“Or. . .someone is pretending to be the Knights of Babylon to keep us off their track, while they blackmail.” I let out a long breath. “At least we know who killed Yuri and why.”

He pulled me into his arms. “I would rather know who’s threatening you.”

“Soon.”

“Damn you.” He kissed and held me tight. “You’re deadly, but still I worry.”

I leaned away from those yummy lips. “I could say the same about you.”

“Let’s leave out of the back. I wouldn’t want the strip club to be scared of you with all the blood