Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,149

to take care of something.”

“What?”

He frowned. “I. . .really wanted to do this the right way. With more. . .finesse.”

Fear entered my heart. “Do what?”

“Before you, I thought I was a king and that I had an amazing life. Fast cars. Luxury spots. Lots of hot women.”

I frowned.

“Well, enough about my old life.” He lowered to bended knee, stuck his hand in his pocket, and pulled out a small jewelry box.

Oh shit. . .

My nerves frazzled.

He opened the box. “If a day goes by where I can’t see your face or feel you in my arms, I won’t be happy. I would kill or bomb something. Destroy the world.”

My eyes watered.

“If I go a night without you in my bed, and I can’t smell your sweet scent. I can’t feel the softness of your skin. I can’t stuff my cock into that beautiful warm pussy. I would stab. I would shoot. I would rage and scream at God.”

A nervous chuckle left me.

His expression went serious. “I’m sorry, mysh. I had better words than this. More poetic. More romantic. But I can’t remember them, so I’m just telling you what’s in my heart.”

And for the first time in that moment, I saw his hands shaking as well. He pulled the ring out of the box. “What I’m trying to ask is, if you will marry me? Understanding that there is no option to say no at all. Because, in the end I am putting this ring on your finger and—”

“Kaz.” A tear spilled from my eye. “No threats, baby.”

Nodding, he gritted his teeth. “Marry me, please.”

“Yes.”

He dropped the box, rose, and held me close to him. “Goddamn it. For a second. . .”

I wrapped my arms around him. “For a second what?”

“For a second, I was worried that you might say no.”

“How could I with the little threat at the end of the proposal?” Another tear left my eye. I wiped both away. “Oh my God. Are we really going to get married? I mean. . .”

“Don’t think about it for too long.” He left my arms and rushed to put the ring on my finger. Maybe thinking that with it on, I could never back away. “You’re mine now. Others need to know. Everyone.”

“All the right people know.”

“More should.” He gazed at the ring on my finger. “Do you like it? My sister helped me pick it out this evening. I thought she would be good with being romantic. She’s a bit extravagant. She wanted me to rent out a hot air balloon and have an orchestra shaped in letters so that you could read, Marry Me on the ground.”

I studied the platinum ring with a huge sparkling diamond. It looked like several carats, but what did I know. “I think the ring is gorgeous and the proposal was perfect. All I needed was you to ask. That’s it, Kaz.”

“Are you ready to be Mrs. Solonik?”

“I am.”

“Good, because you don’t have a choice.”

I frowned. “Kaz.”

“This all makes me nervous.”

“What does?”

“The proposal. Our baby coming. Our life.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Perhaps, I’m on edge. I need you next to me. I wouldn’t be anything without you.”

Wrapping my arms around him, I held him hard and tight, needing him to know how much I loved him. “Baby, I don’t know a lot, but I know one thing. We’re always going to be together. And when we’re together, no one can fucking stop us.”

“You’re right.” He devoured my mouth.

A knock sounded at the door.

Kaz leaned away. “Come in.”

Valentina stepped inside with a bottle of champagne and several glasses. “What did she say? The suspense is insane. It is taking too long to let me know. We had a plan.”

I chuckled. “I said yes, Valentina.”

“Dear God.” Sighing, she handed the bottle to Kaz. “Open this. We’re going to celebrate.”

“Emily can’t drink alcohol.” He checked the bottle. “Oh. It’s juice?”

“Yes. But it’s also bubbles. Celebrations require bubbles, brother.” She glanced behind her to someone outside the door. “You might as well come in, asshole.”

“Name calling?” Max stepped inside. “Was that necessary?”

Valentina murmured something in Russian.

Kaz popped the bottle open. Sudsy bubbles spilled from the bottle’s top. He took two glasses and poured them. When he was done, he handed me one and gave Max the bottle.

Valentina held her glass out.

Max poured for her and then raised the bottle in the air. “To a new beginning. And maybe a dope wedding. Let’s hope nobody dies during it. Oh yeah and a bomb