Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,142

his grip around my fingers and wouldn’t let go. “I should make myself clear with you.”

“Let go of my hand.”

“If another bomb hits France and is linked to Kaz.” He yanked me forward and whispered in my ear, “Moscow will explode. That new house that he asked you to search for. . .I advise you to purchase one outside of the city.”

I snatched my hand away. “So, you have cameras in the penthouse too?”

“I will give you this name, and you will continue to protect the Corsican.”

“Bullshit. You just changed the damn deal.”

“I did.”

“And I’m adding something.”

He quirked his brows. “What do you want, mouse?”

“I want evidence. You’re not just going to yell out a name.”

“I recorded the man that I tortured.” Jean-Pierre handed the umbrella to me and took his phone out. “First, do we have a deal?”

I thought about it and added, “I also want to be the god mother to your daughter.”

He twisted his face in confusion.

“J.P?”

He frowned. “I. . .what kind of request is that?”

“It’s a long story.”

“We have the time.”

“Trust me,” I gestured to Kaz’s men across the street. “We don’t have the time.”

He noticed them and then turned to me. “Why do you want to be the god mother to my child?”

“Not child. Only if you have a daughter. That’s the deal. For your first daughter, I will be the god mother.”

“What is this, some sort of old fairy tale based on godmothers and first born daughters? This is not Disney and I’m not playing around with my child’s life.”

“If you have a daughter, I’m the god mother. I will be in her life, protecting and supporting her.”

“I don’t even know if I’m having a girl.”

I held out my hand. “Deal.”

“You are crazy.” He shook it.

I rolled my eyes. “Now, give me the name?”

“Pavel.”

My heart broke. Slowly, I let go of his hand and blinked. “Pavel? Are you sure? That’s not right. What about. . .Zahkar or. . .Abram?”

“It was Pavel. That was the name the guard gave us, and I believed him being that I had been peeling off his face, I don’t think he would have lied.” And then Jean-Pierre showed me the sick ordeal by pressing his phone’s screen.

I looked, dizzied with sadness.

On the phone, blood dripped down a man’s face. Jean-Pierre had a violin bow next to his forehead. But it wasn’t a regular bow. It had a sharpened edge and was already smeared in blood and decorated with torn bits of flesh.

“Pavel! I told you. It was Pavel. Please! Pavel! Pavel!” The man shook and screamed as the bow came closer. “Pavel told us to erase the footage and keep it all hidden. He said if we didn’t he would kill our families. He gave us money. Please! I swear! It was Pavel. He told us to draw the symbol, after the butler and maids delivered the gorilla. Pavel!”

I looked away. “Okay.”

“I have a video of the other man saying the same name as well as the butler screaming it too. They all said Pavel.” Jean-Pierre showed me the phone and began to play.

“No.” I shook my head. “Don’t show me.”

My head spun.

Pavel was the worst person for it to be. Something had to be wrong. It couldn’t be correct. I liked Pavel. He was the only one out of Kaz’s three childhood friends that I appreciated. Pavel had been in France with Kaz and helped get me back. He was good and sweet and. . .

Apart of an organization that killed people. Maybe. . .he wasn’t that sweet.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“So, you know this Pavel?”

“I do.”

“Tell me. Was Pavel close to us at times?”

“Don’t worry about it. Kaz and I will be taking care of this from now on.” I gestured to his phone. “Can you send the video to my phone?”

“I would love to, friend.”

“It sounds creepy when you say it that way.”

“And it sounds ridiculous when you call me J.P.”

“You’re name is long. Get over it.”

“I won’t. I will fight that nickname until my last breath.”

“You keep bitching about it, and I may be the one to take your last breath.”

“Friends don’t talk this way.”

“Get out of Moscow, J.P. And as soon as you can, get in touch with Eden’s father, and somehow think of a way to soften Kaz’s view of you, using him. Meanwhile, I’ll be working on my side.” I left him there, taking Harlem and no longer needing the umbrella.

“Wait.” Jean-Pierre rushed to my side. “Eden’s father doesn’t even know me.”

“Now’s a good