Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,37

the kidnapping. Those diamonds had sparkled during our fight in the bathroom. They’d glimmered in the kitchen of his cook’s apartment.

“No way.” I shook my head. “I don’t know who it is.”

“Perhaps, you will figure that out one day.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“Let’s look at your daughter’s future. Who will she be?” Baba flipped the other card over. “Of course. The Queen of Diamonds.”

“My loss twin daughter will be the Queen of Diamonds one day?”

“She will.” Baba went to the third card. “And then we have your son.”

I’m having a boy?

“It’s the King of Hearts.” I checked the other side of the desk, where the cards for Kaz and I were—King and Queen of Hearts. “So. . .you have two king of hearts in the decks?”

“I have whatever is there to tell the story.”

“So. . .I’m having a boy and he’ll be the king of hearts while my lost daughter will be the queen of diamonds?”

“That is what the cards say.”

Alright.

“Let’s look at who is around you.” She flipped over another. “Two of Spades.”

“Is that good?”

“No. Low numbers speak of danger. Dark cards represent death. Especially with the point of this spade.” She picked up a stick that had some sort of odd jewel on the end and tapped the jewel against the card. “Lots of blood and danger. People will not want you to have your baby or even be with Kazimir. Some lurk around you. Some are trying to distract you. Many are in this house. Others are throughout Moscow. But I am certain that all of your enemies remain in this city.”

I stared at that spade. “How do I find out who these people are?”

“These next four cards will give you assistance.” One by one, she flipped over all four. “These people will help you. The Joker, the King of Diamonds, the King of Hearts, and Ace of Hearts.”

“O-kay.”

Baba hit me with an intense stare. “These four will help you. Keep them safe.”

“Who the hell are they?” I lowered my voice. “I’m sorry. I just don’t get it.”

“There’s no Joker in your life?”

I put my hand on the desk and tapped the polished surface. “Maybe, the Joker is Max. I can see that. He has my back and he thinks he’s funny.”

Baba pointed at Boris. “I believe he is your Ace. That I am sure of.”

I looked back at him.

Beaming, he muttered, “I am the Ace.”

“Okay. Max is the Joker. Boris is the Ace. I assume Kaz is the King of Hearts. He’s not letting any other king around me.”

“Yet, there is another king around you. Here, we have the King of Diamonds again.” With the jeweled stick, she tapped that card. “Who else is near? Does he wear diamonds?”

Another king? Who the hell? I mean. . .it could be. . .

Jean-Pierre’s face flashed in my head.

No. He needs to be far away from me.

“Whoever he is,” Baba tapped the card again, “he has your lost twin too.”

This is just fucking weird. What kind of reading is this?

As if she heard me, she explained, “All walk away from my readings thinking I am crazy. But they all return for more. Do you know why, mouse?”

“Why?”

“Because most know the truth inside of them but are never ready to face the hard reality.” She took the cards away, put them in one deck, pulled out her drawer, and placed the deck inside again. “Do you have other questions?”

“I’m scared to ask anything else. I’m already thoroughly confused.”

“Take care of yourself during this pregnancy.”

I blinked.

“There will be days when you’ll feel like you’re floating on the waves of healing and then there will be days when you’re submerged and desperately clawing your way up to the surface.” She closed the drawer. “And then there will days where you just drift. Accept each day for what it is. Pregnancy while mourning can be difficult but know that all the people that you have lost are watching and smiling at every adventure.”

My eyes watered. “I hope you’re right.”

“Baba, is always right, even when she is wrong.” She smirked. “Go. You’re lion is prowling around the property searching for you.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because he is not next to you now.”

That brought a smile onto my face. I rose from the chair. “You gave me a lot to think about, Baba.”

“My grandson says I should water down some of my deep thoughts. What do you think?”

“I’ll let you know in a few months. Thanks. If there is anything I can do for you,