Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,38

let me know.”

She frowned. “There will be time, when I will need your help. But first you must survive.”

“O-kay.” I walked away.

Boris stood and followed me out of her office.

When the door closed behind us, he turned to me. “Did you understand any of that?”

“Well, apparently I’m having a boy, but I have to tell him about his twin, or he will go crazy and always feel alone.” I walked off.

Boris stayed by my side.

“Let’s not forget that the twin that I lost was a girl and she hopped away because I was with some guy that was dope and sparkling with diamonds.” I shrugged. “Sweetheart was like, ‘I’ve got to be his daughter. I like him.’”

Boris chuckled. “Yes. The King of Diamonds.”

“So, now my lost daughter is the Queen of Diamonds. Meanwhile, I’ve got a bunch of people who want me dead and away from Kaz. That is the one thing I know Baba is right, but she did say some were distracting me.”

Boris’s humor left. “We know some of them are the people putting the monkey heads in your bed.”

“Exactly.” I stopped in front of Kaz’s office door. “But, as long as I keep four guys around me, then I’ll be fine.”

Boris winked at me. “I am the Ace.”

“Yes. And Max is the Joker because. . .Max. Kaz is the King of Hearts, if we choose to really get into this symbolism.”

“And the man who your other twin is with, is the King of Diamonds.” Boris shrugged. “Maxwell did tell me that Baba has the best weed in Russia. Perhaps, she smoke some before reading.”

“Apparently, she did.” I knocked on Kaz’s office door.

No answer came.

I opened it and stuck my head in. “He’s not here.”

“Mysh!” Kaz roared at the top of the stairs.

I jumped from the noise. “Jesus Christ.”

“Mysh!”

“Kaz, I’m down here!” I walked over to the bottom of the stairs.

There, my succulent man stood at the top—all muscle and fine designer suit chic. The scowl on his face told me that I had given him a heart attack by not being in our bedroom. If he thought I would sit in there day and night, waiting for him to come, he was crazy.

Clearly, I would no longer be learning Systema and practice-fighting with my men. However, the doctor cleared me to walk around and even said I could run and exercise.

I am not going to lay in bed every day.

The cute scowl remained on my lion’s face as he stomped downstairs. Not saying a word but radiating rage. When he got to me, he picked me up and carried me back upstairs.

Oh my God. He is going to get on my nerves this whole pregnancy.

Chapter 8

Stupid Prophecies

Kazimir

Pissed, I carried Emily into the bedroom and set her down on the bed.

“I can walk, Kaz.”

“Where were you? I yelled your name several times. I had my men looking for you.”

“I was with Baba getting a reading.”

“You could have left a note.”

“I will next time.”

“Next time, she comes up here to do it.”

“I’m not sitting in this bedroom the whole pregnancy.”

“Hmmm.” I checked my watch. “Are you ready to go? I want to get into Prague by this afternoon.”

She rose. “Hold up. You heard what I said right?”

“About not staying in here the whole pregnancy? Yes.”

“So, you understand?”

“I understand what you said, but you will be in bed most of the time. If you want to meet with your men, have them come up. You can eat here and—”

She smoothed down her shirt. “Man, I’m not doing all of that.”

“You are. . .man.”

She walked around the room. “Where’s Harlem?”

“Maxwell took him for a walk, so he doesn’t shit all over the plane. He also offered to get the puppy high. I told him no.”

“Get the dog high?”

“He said a little weed might relax the puppy for the flight.”

“Absolutely not.” She checked the closet. “My clothes are already packed?”

“They are. I had the maid do it. You needed to rest.”

Laughing, she turned back to me and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not going to have meetings in my bedroom.”

Our child would probably end of being the most stubborn human being in the world. Surely, both parents had enough stubbornness in their genes.

I closed the distance between us.

She looked at me.

“Give me a few weeks of you lying in bed the whole time.”

“The doctor said that I was healthy enough to walk around. Kaz, you can’t expect me to be in bed all day. I’ll stay on the property most