Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,133

“What?”

“We need a house to start our family.” He pointed to Harlem who was currently licking his penis in the doggy bed. “A huge house with a private room for the dog.”

“Harlem sleeps in our room.”

“That’s the problem. And I want a new place to make new memories. One big enough to hold two offices, a master suite, a ribbon room—”

“Ribbon room?”

“For our discussions with ribbons.”

“Wow.”

“And we need space for your men and the staff.” Walking to the closet, he took off the towel and displayed a perfect muscled ass. He rummaged through the closet some more and pulled out a suit. “Most important, we need a massive baby room.”

“Massive?”

“For Daddy play time. Lots of space to run and throw balls around.”

“We’re having a baby not a full team.”

He glanced over his shoulder. “Make sure the baby room is huge. It’s a deal breaker for the house. I won’t even step inside a property without a huge baby room.”

“I can’t with you right now.” I rested on the pillow.

He dressed, and I watched in pure enjoyment. Sometime in between him doing his tie and grabbing his shoes, I fell asleep, falling down into a deep blue world where a baby giggled, and ocean waves danced within the breeze.

Chapter 32

Pedophile Pyramid

Kazimir

I watched my mouse fall asleep. There I stood, looking at her chest slowly rise and fall. She fisted her hands and then opened them. A second later, her eyelids fluttered.

Always on guard. Even when you’re sleep.

I took that moment to go back into my closet and grab both of my guns and their holsters. Had she seen me get them she wouldn’t have taken that nap. When I returned to the bed to check on Emily again, Harlem had left his doggy bed and lay by her side.

Insolent puppy. Fine. Protect her.

I bent over, kissed Emily, and petted the spoiled furball against all logic.

Get some rest, mysh. I’ll be back soon.

I shut off the light and quietly left.

And I’m serious about you sitting on my cock.

I checked my watch.

Pavel met me outside the door. My nerves flared on edge, but I would not show him my worries just yet. Not until I knew if he was guilty or innocent.

Trust no one, except a few.

Pavel wore a sad expression. “I heard Zahkar is dead.”

“He is.”

Pavel was smart enough not to ask any more questions.

I walked on. “Are our men still following the French?”

He nodded.

I stopped. “Where are they?”

“Near the airport.”

Pavel needs busywork.

“Go there and follow the French personally. I want my best man on it.” I patted his back. “Call me when they make any major move.”

Pavel nodded and headed off.

Once Pavel left, I called David. “Where are you?”

“Outside your front door, waiting for your next order. I figured after the screaming in the shower, you would want to kill somebody.”

“That’s your thing.”

“It is, but am I right?”

“You are. I’m coming your way. Find Abram. We need the address. We’re going to talk to him. And have your men meet us there too.”

“Yes, sir.”

There was no way I would let Emily deal with Abram on her own. She carried my child, and even if she didn’t, she was all mine. I had vowed to protect her. Part of that meant overruling her plans, strategies, and decisions when it could bring her harm. There was no way I would let her overtake that brothel or deal with Abram on her own.

I’m a traditional man, mysh. You’ll have to understand.

Heading to the front door, I dialed Maxwell.

He answered after three rings. “Yes?”

“What took you so long to answer?”

“Man, a third ring is respectable,” Maxwell said. “If I answer on the first ring, then that means I’m too eager to hear your voice. And I’m a lady after all. I must play hard to get. The second ring could be taken either way. But the third ring, it’s the moment where you’re scared you’ll hear my voice mail. And that’s when I have your full attention—”

“Next time answer on the first ring!”

“Damn. My bad, man.”

“Where’s Boris?”

“Next to me. He just killed some guy in his bathroom, so he had to come over to mine and take a shit. That’s fucked up. People shouldn’t be shitting in other people’s bathrooms.”

I groaned. “Make sure Boris is cleaned up. Then, you both head to my penthouse. Emily is in the bedroom asleep. Keep her safe.”

“Got you.”

“No, Maxwell. I’ve got you.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Sure it does.” I hung up and left the penthouse.

David met me there. “I’ve got