Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,135

And I’ve been ready to discuss business for a while. There are still territories open. Let’s sit, eat, and discuss them together.”

I considered Emily and my talk about misdirection. We still didn’t know the full situation with the dead animals. Could Abram be the main person doing it? That would make everything so easy, so simple.

“You’re correct. There are territories that need to be divided.” I followed him to a small booth done in red leather. “Perhaps, we should talk about that.”

We sat down.

David and his people positioned themselves a few feet away.

“Ladies, don’t you see the lion is here. Show him how happy you are to see him.” Abram gestured for several women to come over.

I shook my head. “Leave them.”

“Come on, Kazimir.” Abram grinned. “I know your appetite. One woman can’t keep your attention. Many nights one woman has never been enough. Once, I’ve seen you take on five.”

“It was five women in a twenty-four hour period, not five women in one night, and I was much younger than I am now.”

“Ah! The stamina of the teens years.”

“We fucked like rabbits—fast and with no real skill. Just sticking it in and out, and thinking we were doing something grand. Now, I feel bad for all the poor girls.”

The women arrived anyway. Six of them. All tight dresses and long hair. Two sat next to Abram. The other three hit me with seductive smiles and headed my way.

“No.” I shook my head. “Go away.”

They glanced at Abram as if wondering what to do.

“Oh, well.” He beckoned them to him. The women gathered around him. Shocked, Abram laughed. “The lion just said no to pussy? I wouldn’t have believed it, if I had not witnessed it for myself.”

He pulled one of the bustier women into his lap. She wore a dark green tube top dress. Her breasts barely remained hidden and was close to being revealed.

“You’ve just started with your mouse. It hasn’t even been a year. Not even half a year. For you two, it is the honeymoon stage. Everything is so easy. So new. But sometimes. . .you must miss being alone.” Abram rubbed the woman’s breasts and then yanked the top of her dress down, exposing her pink bra to me. “Are you sure you don’t miss this? Look at them. So ripe. So ready for your mouth.”

I grinned. “I don’t miss them. Not even a little bit. Especially, when your hands are all over them. Frankly, when she’s in your lap, it brings down her value to me.”

She glared at me and then pulled her dress up.

Abram didn’t appear pleased either as he patted her ass and motioned for her to leave.

Rolling her eyes, she rose and stomped away.

I nodded at the other women. “Get rid of all of them.”

Abram waved his hand. “Go!”

The women scattered away.

Abram placed his hands on the table and threaded is fingers. “Then, this visit really is about business.”

“It is.”

“Will there be a calling for the brotherhood to meet again? This division process has been delayed enough. Lots of territories are up for grabs with no one to look over them.”

Could he be the one involved?

“This is a good start, Abram.” I raised my eyebrows. “What territories are you interested in?”

“You will forever have all of Russia, as well as West Europe and the Americas. There’s no need for me to try and grab them. It would be foolish.”

“Those territories aren’t up for grabs anyway.”

He smirked. “No. The only way they would be, is if you were dead.”

I leaned forward. My hands yearned to wrap around his neck. “And as much as people may hope for that, it won’t happen anytime soon.”

Abram did a motion of an invisible cross in front of his face and then kissed his fingertips. “Thank God for that. I am glad that your safe.”

“And I’m glad I’m in your prayers.

“Always. But, you ask me what territories I’m interested in?” Abram leaned forward. “Brother, I want the one that everyone desires. Italy. Any man with half a brain understands Italy’s rising power in Europe. Pussy and drugs are recession proof products.”

He’s the one.

I growled, “So, let’s talk pussy and drugs, but in regard to Kapotnya.”

The confidence from earlier left Abram’s face. “I wondered how long it would be, before your mouse came running to you. I did not retaliate, although she has killed my men. My cousin.”

“Do you plan to retaliate?”

“I do not. I know how important she is to you.”

“And you understand how deadly my mouse