Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,137

easier than I thought it would be.” When I wrenched the gun away, I slung it on the ground. “You don’t deserve a gentle death, my friend.”

He covered his face, trying to protect his eyes.

“How many girls have you abused? How many have you enslaved under the brotherhood’s name?”

Abram’s knee came up and crashed into my back.

But it was too late and too little.

“You’re lucky it’s me killing you and not my mouse.” I placed my hands on the side of his face, lifted his head up and slammed the back of his skull hard into the polished restaurant’s floor. Blood splattered underneath.

Screaming, Abram flailed his arms.

“She wouldn’t have been so nice.” I slammed the back of his head into the floor again and again. Until his skull was no longer shaped correctly. Until the skull was shattered bits of what it used to be. Until my hand held only wet, warm mush. Until my men grabbed and dragged me away.

Abram lay on the ground, dead. Long gone. Body twisted. His head exploded gunk on Charisma’s polished floor.

I left my men’s arms, pulled out a handkerchief from my jacket’s pocket, and wiped the blood and sweat off my face. I felt light-headed and high from the blood lust. I hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself before walking into this restaurant, but I knew I was going to kill my friend.

What else could I have done?

Perhaps, I knew I would kill him when Emily first told me about the brothel. It was disgusting. It was wrong. But most of all, the place represented the very symbol of hellish perversion and child abuse that terrorized her.

And I didn’t want a place like that to exist for her or my child.

I also knew that soon she would not only shut down his brothel, but she would go after him. If not for the monkey head situation getting in her way, she would have made it her top priority.

And once she shut the place down, she would have gone after him and all his clients. And she would have cut, and stabbed, and done the things she did in Harlem.

And maybe. . .I would have lost her. She would have returned to not remembering when she killed me.

I wiped my bloody hands on the handkerchief, slung the dirty cloth on Abram’s face, and turned to my men. “Kill his people. They won’t be loyal. Any man that will serve a person who pimps little girls, is not a man I want in the brotherhood. Spread the word!”

Hysteria erupted.

Shots rang.

Men yelled and screamed.

And I walked away.

A little guilt and even doubt came my way. I considered my past actions. I had told her that we would deal with Abram together. I knew it was a lie, when it came out of my mouth.

I had to murder Abram, before Emily. She was pregnant and this pregnancy had already made us lose one of our twins. Nothing would get in my way of keeping her healthy and safe. She wanted to save these young girls. Of course I understood. But I could do it for her, whether she liked it or not.

Now there was only one friend left.

Pavel. He must be loyal. He’s all I have from the old days.

I had no idea if Zahkar had more to do with the monkey head situation. I wasn’t sure if Abram had been behind it also. At this point, I would kill everybody one by one to keep Emily safe.

However, she had convinced me that all of the dead animals could be a distraction.

Pavel is left. If it wasn’t one of my three friends, then I have no idea who it could be. These were the ones that would have been up for the Italian assets.

I made it to the limo, but I didn’t get in, I just stood there and stared at the door.

David got to my side and looked at it too. “Is everything okay?”

“Long week.” I rubbed my face with both hands. “Take as many men as you can get down to Kapotnya. I want you to shut a brothel down. Call and get the address from Boris.”

“You want survivors?”

“The girls, but not the customers or any adult working at this place. It was a sex ring of children.”

David shook his head. “Got it. Kill everyone at the pedophile pyramid.”

“Especially the men. And do something theatrical. Get their addresses from their wallets and send their heads to their houses. I want this to be a