Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,6

the Eiffel tower?”

“Mysh, we will—”

“Absolutely not!” I stormed after Zahkar.

The poor man took a step back with the phone near his ear.

“Put the phone down! Hang it up.” I jumped right in front of Zahkar and fisted my hands. “In fact, give the phone to me.”

Zahkar looked behind me and in Kaz’s direction.

I extended my hand to the side. “Max, give me your gun.”

“Uh, Em. . .” Max’s voice came out shaky.

“Give it to me!”

Max put his gun in my hand.

I pointed it at Zahkar.

The poor man edged back. “I’m only doing what I’m ordered.”

“Give me the phone.”

Behind me, Kaz roared, “Mysh!”

“Mysh my ass.” I aimed the gun at the center of Zahkar’s forehead. “Kaz, tell everyone to leave. We need to talk or I’m going to fucking shoot your friend.” And I motioned my free hand in King David’s direction. “After that, I’m killing him.”

King David raised his hands. “Hey. All I’ve done is drink coffee.”

“Get the fuck out!” I screamed. “Everyone. All of you.”

Stupid idiots! You all are just going to let him bomb shit. No one has the balls to say anything.

Without waiting for Kaz’s response, Max scratched his head and walked away. King David picked up his coffee and was out of there in seconds. Zahkar scurried off. In no time, the others received the message and departed. Even Boris joined them and exited.

The only other person that was still in the room besides Kaz was the masked man chained to the chair.

Kaz rubbed his face but kept that scowl on it.

Dropping the gun to my side, I stared at the chained guy and yelled, “Max!”

He ducked his head in the room. “Yeah, Em?”

“Take this crazy looking motherfucker too.”

“Got you.” Max went to the masked man in the chair and helped him stand. “You’re angry, Em. Maybe, you should give me that gun.”

I handed it to him.

“Thanks.” Max guided the masked man out with the leash.

I pointed to the prisoner. “Kaz, who the hell is that?”

“That’s the Devil.”

“The one that kidnapped Jean-Pierre’s girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

Rage rose in my chest. “The one that was working for Misha and fucked everything up?”

“Yes.”

“Why is he here?”

“Because he used to work for Jean-Pierre and even grew up with him. He would know good places to bomb.”

I shifted from one foot to the other. “Would it kill you to just put your pride aside for the slightest second and think the bombing through?”

“No, but it could kill you, mysh. It would leave you open to further threats. Let the world know that the lion does nothing, when the mouse is kidnapped and harmed.”

“Bullshit!” I poked my finger at the air. “You just want to bomb things because you’re mad.”

He growled through clenched teeth, “That too.”

The door shut behind me.

I marched over to Kaz. “If you want to fight someone then fight me. I’m the reason our child is gone. Not France. Not the Corsican. Not Jean-Pierre.”

The rage on his face disappeared. “Is that what you think? That it was your fault.”

“Of course. I was the one carrying our baby

“You didn’t know.”

“No one knew, especially not Jean-Pierre.”

“That doesn’t save him.”

“We said that we would talk about this or at least—”

“That was before!” His voice came close to shaking the foundation of the room.

My heartbeats sped up. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does in my world.” He bared his teeth. “You think I’m going to let him live, when my little girl is gone? When I’ll never get to see her face. See her smile. Hold her hand. Hear her say daddy.”

I opened my mouth, but no words left me. My eyes watered. Sorrow replaced my disgust.

“You know what I imagined?” Kaz stomped over to me. “I thought about how I would hold her in my arms. And she would raise her little hand up and wrap it around my finger. I looked forward to that moment. Just that one moment. Very small. Very Simple. But. . .it would have changed my world. It would have warmed my heart.”

Tears spilled over my eyelids.

“I bet she looked like the both of us. Your beautiful brown eyes. Maybe my mouth. I’ve heard it’s a nice one. She was beautiful. That I know, even though I never got to see her and never will.” Rage blazed in his eyes as he stood right in front of me. “Jean-Pierre took that from me. Every moment. Every second of joy. He grabbed you without one ounce of proof that I kidnapped that stupid flute player. He ruined it all for nothing.”

“Kaz. .