Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,39

of the time, but that’s it.”

I gritted my teeth. “Oh, is that what you are going to do?”

“Yes.”

“And if I have men outside keeping you in here?”

“Then, I hope you don’t mind that they’re dead when you find them.”

“Hmmm. You’re going to walk around the property and kill people.”

“I don’t have to kill people myself. I have men to do it.”

I smiled. “If your men kill mine, then I will kill them.”

“Not if I order them to do it.”

“We’ll see.” I lowered down and kissed her.

She pushed me away. “Kaz, that is not the end of our conversation.”

“We came to an understanding.”

“What the hell was the understanding?”

“You are on bed rest, when we return from Prague.”

“Let me get out of here, before I curse you out.” She walked off.

I gently grabbed her arm and pulled her back to me. “At least call me before you leave the room and tell me where you are going. When I woke early, I left a note. You didn’t.”

Some of her anger disappeared. “That’s right. You did.”

“I want a phone call. That’s fair.”

“Maybe.” She sighed. “I’ll call you, but I get the feeling that you’ll rush to the bedroom and keep me here.”

You know me well, mysh.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her closer to me, tasting her mouth and diving my tongue into her warm wetness. It had been many days since we had sex. It may be a few more. I was dying to be inside of her but understood her need to heal.

I nipped at her lips. “I’m just keeping you and our baby safe.”

Breathless, she whispered, “I know.”

“Let me.”

“I like to be independent.”

“Then change that. Zahkar will also be with you, right along with Boris. You need more men too. And possibly some sort of discreet tracker in a necklace or—”

“Kaz—”

I stole her response with another kiss. Those plans were in motion whether she wanted them or not. Especially the diamond necklace with the tracker. Never would she be lost to me again.

Drinking her in, I moved my hands over her ass and cupped the softness.

A low groan left her.

Hmmm. Sounds like I may be fucking you sooner.

A knock sounded at the door.

Annoyed, I left Emily’s lips. “What?”

“The limo is ready,” Pavel said. “Everyone is heading there.”

“We’re coming.”

Emily raised her eyebrows. “Everyone?”

“Zahkar and his wife. Nikolay and his wife too. Abram, Maxwell, and David. Pavel and his three hairstylists—”

“Three? I thought he only traveled with two.”

“A funeral is a special occasion for the brotherhood. We should be lucky he did not bring a whole salon with a staff,” I continued, “I reserved four seats for your men. Boris, Blue, and two others that I requested Boris pick.”

“Wait a minute. Max is one of mine.”

“No. After Paris, I have put him next to me.”

“You can’t just take Max.”

“I can and I did.” Chuckling, I left her there, steaming.

“You’re joking right?”

“Maybe. I do know that Misha had requested that Maxwell be sent back to Saint Petersburg several times since we have returned.”

“Misha? No. Not happening.”

“I believe Misha will press for Maxwell, when we get to Prague. Apparently, they really bonded.”

She snorted. “My brother stays with me, where I can always protect him.”

“You’re very possessive.”

“You’re one to talk, Kaz. Seriously?”

I held out my arm. “Let’s go.”

“Oh. You’re not carrying me down the stairs? The queen can walk?”

“For now.”

We left the bedroom. And in this moment, I believed that she understood what I desired. She would not be moving around too much. I needed her safe and healthy in the bedroom and surrounded by several men.

An hour later, we sat on the plane. The front was packed. A few people like Zahkar and his wife wanted to talk with us, but I had no time for them or anyone else. I guided my mouse to the bedroom in the back. She carried Harlem with her.

Within the room, I lay her down in bed and put the puppy on the floor.

Harlem whimpered.

She shook her head. “Alright now. Harlem is going to grow up and whip your ass.”

“Let him try. Lions are mightier than the descendants of wolves.” I lay down next to her. “Are you hungry?”

“No.” She rested her head on the pillow and turned my way.

“Did you have breakfast?”

“I had tea from Baba.”

“Which is how you ended up in her office for a reading?”

“Pretty much.”

Intrigued, I asked, “What did she say?”

“A lot of crazy stuff.”

“Her crazy tends to be true.” I lifted my hand to her head, grabbed several strands of hair, and