Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,25

fell away. Slow and soft. I pulled her in closer until there was no space left between us. Until I could feel her heart beating against my chest.

It took a lot, but I moved away.

A soft groan left her lips.

I narrowed my gaze at her. “Next time shoot me, but don’t you ever leave.”

“Kaz. . .”

“I love you more than I love myself. Don’t walk away again.”

A sadness filled her eyes. “I won’t. I’m sorry, baby.”

“No. I’m sorry. I know. . .I pushed it.”

She gave me a sad smile. “We’re learning.”

“That’s my line.”

“You’re upset about losing our baby. I understand.”

“This grief. . .” I touched my chest. “I lost my mother. My father. My uncle. Many friends. But. . .this pain. It’s different. Already it breaks and shatters. It crashes. It aches. And I didn’t even know our daughter. I didn’t even see her. How can that be?”

“I don’t know.” She wrapped her arms around my waist and leaned her head against my chest. “But, I understand.”

Her puppy, Harlem trotted our way and nudged my leg as if wanting to be part of the hug.

I whispered, “Come home, mysh.”

“I will.”

“You didn’t open the other presents.”

Letting go, she picked up Harlem and walked off. “I don’t need to open the other presents. You spoil me enough.”

“Then, I’ll save them for next time.”

“Not funny, Kaz.”

Chapter 5

Healing

Emily

We returned to the house. His men and mine followed. The poor group of guys had gone on an emotional roller coaster with us. Surely, they’d been tired from everything in France. And then Kaz started a war, and I started one of my own.

Most of my men found refuge in my building. The beds I bought had arrived while I was in Paris. Apparently, Yuri had over seen the arrangement of sleeping quarters while he was alive.

I have to find out who killed him. They’ll regret that for sure.

Pavel and King David didn’t need to be told to get some rest. They dragged themselves to their bedrooms downstairs. Max climbed the stairs with us and went straight to his bedroom near ours. I knew him well. After a final joint, he would be passed out within seconds.

Boris tried to stand by my door. I forced him to pick the closest room and go to sleep.

When we entered the bedroom, I put Harlem on the bed. The little furry baby made his home between our pillows.

“Oh no.” Kaz walked over, picked the puppy up, and placed him on the floor. “You don’t sleep here.”

I pouted.

“Absolutely not, mysh. You only share your bed with me.”

I left that argument for another day. He had compromised more than ever before. I was sure of it. Today, I would push him no more.

I’m lucky he even listened. Crazy, stubborn fool.

Kaz undressed. I got a great view of his naked, muscular back and tight ass. That long, thick cock dangled between big thighs.

You’re lucky I’m sore.

I dragged myself away and took a shower on my own. He’d wanted to join, but due to the bleeding I told him no. It was weird, but I was embarrassed by it and feeling not like myself.

Once clean and donning a fresh set of white pajamas, I lay in the bed. “Let’s get some rest.”

Kaz yawned and wrapped in his arms around me. Encased in his warmth, I felt safer than ever in my life. His masculine scent soothed me to sleep.

For the next two days, his strong muscular arms served and comforted me.

Each day, we lay in bed. His butler Friedrich brought us breakfast, lunch, dinner, and most of the time two courses of desserts. Neither of us had much of an appetite. Usually, half eaten plates surrounded us.

Sometimes, I cried. Not loudly. No balling. But tears came and I didn’t want to say anything. I just wanted to bury my face in his chest and let those muscle soak up the drops.

I rode on a roller coaster of emotions—anger, guilt, and depression. In the times when I thought I had been okay and accepted it, the tears came.

The whole time, Kaz never let me go.

When I wasn’t an emotional mess, we talked as we stared into each other’s eyes. A lot of the time, we avoided the topic of the miscarriage, although the sadness of the loss sat between us.

Kaz’s people checked on him throughout the day. Pavel reported daily brotherhood happenings—chaos in Italy, suspicious moves in Japan, and strength around Russia. The brotherhood’s bombing had given the Bratva a lift in morale. They