Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,65

I heard that he’s hiding them from the brotherhood.”

Max raised his brows. “Are you saying crocodile?”

“Sounds the same, but it’s no animal.” Boris shook his head. “It’s a highly addictive and deadly street drug in Russia. We call it krokodil because people who use it a lot become scaly and their skin turns green.”

My mouth opened. “Say what now?”

Stunned, Boris asked, “They don’t have krokodil in America?”

“Not that I heard of.” I shook my head. “But I don’t fuck with drugs like that to stay up on all the new things people are killing themselves with.”

Boris checked Max.

“Hell no, man. I’ve never heard of krokodil. And I’ve definitely never fucked with it. Shoot. If the drug hasn’t been used by humans for thousands of years and doesn’t grow from the earth. I don’t play with it.” Max patted his pocket. Surely, there were a few joints inside. “Did you know that the first recorded use of weed was 6000 BC. The Chinese was putting cannabis seeds in there food and getting high long ago.”

“I didn’t know that.” Boris nodded.

“Weed smoking in BC. That’s Before Christ, man. That’s a drug I can believe in. And in all the time that weed has been around, can you think of any marijuana overdose? I’m talking a motherfucker who smoked so much weed that he fell to the floor and died. Never.”

“Okay. Okay.” I rolled my eyes. “Get off your weed soap box, Max. We’re heading to Kapotnya to check on the things Abram has been hiding and put an end to it. Just give me a minute to change.”

I opened the door.

The smell of blood hit me first. The horrific sight came next.

No. Not again.

Stunned, I stood in the doorway.

Boris cursed in Russian, took out his gun, and gently moved me to the side.

Max walked through next. “What the fuck is this?!”

A dead pregnant gorilla lay on the bed, right in the area where I slept. The gorilla’s huge stomach protruded out. It must’ve had a baby inside, before they killed her. I hoped the baby at least had lived and they’d murdered the mother gorilla later.

This isn’t fair to the animals. You have something to say to me. Come to me. Stop hiding behind dead animals, you piece of shit.

The gorilla’s large hands lay on her broad chest. After the first monkey showed up we had changed bedrooms. Other than me and Kaz no one was allowed inside besides the butler and the maid. Still, whoever did this, knew where I lay.

I looked past the animal.

This is new.

On the wall behind the bed, a large symbol had been drawn in blood. It was a huge star with an eye at the center. The edges trickled blood down to the bed’s headboard.

What does that mean?

I stepped inside. While I had already been heated hearing about the child sex ring Abram hid in Kapotnya, now I was ready to murder a mass of people.

Okay, motherfuckers. Game on. You have my attention. Let’s go.

I rubbed my face with both hands and walked over to the gorilla.

With his gun out, Boris checked the closet, bathroom, and then under the bed. “You want me to get Kazimir?”

“Not yet.”

I walked to the gorilla’s head. Her hands were placed on her chest like a person inside a casket for a funeral. One of my wigs was propped on the gorilla’s head. I’d called the wig—Cassie. Someone had also smeared red lipstick on the gorilla’s dark mouth. More makeup showed on it’s black, hairless face. Her small eyes were closed.

“Yo.” Max moved closer to the bed and pointed the gun at the gorilla. “Is the baby still inside? The gorilla’s stomach is moving.”

“What?” I directed my attention that way.

Max was right. Something pushed at the sides of the gorilla’s protruding stomach. Then it pushed at the top. I leaned forward. “Damn it. Give me a knife, Max.”

“Man, I’m not giving you a knife. What if it’s not a baby?”

“What else would it be that could hurt us? It would be small. We should let it out.”

“I’m not letting anything out.”

“Give me the damn knife. I know you’ve got one.” I held my hand out.

Boris bent over and pointed. “There’s red thread at the bottom of the gorilla’s stomach like it was cut open, something placed inside, and then they sewed it back up with the thick thread.”

Max lowered, pulled up his pants leg, and took the knife from its ankle holster. “Here, but this shit is stupid. Whatever is in