Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,66

there doesn’t need to come out.”

“What if it’s her baby?”

“They didn’t cut the gorilla for nothing. The baby is gone. That’s something else.”

I tried to grab the knife.

Boris took it from Max. “Stand back, please. Just in case it’s something harmful.”

That’s right. I’m pregnant. I have to be more careful.

Swallowing, I edged to the side.

The protruding stomach moved again. And then the gorilla’s flesh seemed to be pushing up in different spots, suggesting that this wasn’t a baby struggling to get out of the womb, but something else or several somethings.

Dear, God. What is this?

The left leg jerked. And then the right arm. The gorilla’s body shifted from side to side as if the animal was waking up from a deep sleep.

I inched back more. My hands trembled. My heartbeats picked up. Something was inside the gorilla’s body, and it was anything but good. My body went hot. I thought of all the things that crept me out, hoping that none would appear.

What is it? Venomous snakes? Deadly spiders? Big nasty roaches.

With every move from the gorilla, I got more and more terrified at what could be waiting inside.

Holding the knife, Boris studied the dead gorilla as if wondering where to cut her first.

“What the fuck?” Max grabbed my arm and yanked me back further. “What the hell is wrong with these people? These motherfuckers never heard of a pen and paper?”

I whispered, “Clearly not.”

“Just write your racist shit down, man.” Maxwell shook his head. “Are you up for this, Em? Maybe, you shouldn’t even be in here right now—”

“Oh no.” I balled my fists. “I’m handling this and personally killing the people involved. Fuck that.”

“You’re pregnant and mourning.”

“You’re mourning too.”

“But not a child.”

“True.” My heart ached. “Good thing for us that I carry my sorrow in my gun. The more I shoot the more it goes away.”

“Then, let’s get you some people to shoot.”

“Sounds good to me.” I unclenched my fists and gave him a sad smile. “They want me gone, Max.”

“They do.”

“Fuck them.”

“I agree.”

Boris grabbed the gorilla’s stomach with one hand and took the knife to the red thread. Second by second he sliced off a snip. The sewed incision slowly came apart and then a few tiny bloody legs poked out of the opening and disappeared back.

Boris sliced again.

A blood-drenched mouse poked its head out.

I let out a long breath. “Good. Not a snake or spider.”

“Good?” Max took out his gun. “A bloody mice. Hell no.”

With a lost expression, Boris turned to me. “What do we do?”

“I guess we take it outside. We can’t let all the mice come out in the bedroom. But we should hurry, so they don’t all die.”

“Don’t all die. Fuck that.” Max pointed the gun at the opening of the dead animal. “I say sew that shit back.”

It was too late. Three mice pushed out and scampered fast.

“Aww. Fuck.” Max twisted his face in disgust. “Oh, come on. I’m not touching this shit.”

“Yell for some maids.”

Max didn’t need to be told twice. He was out of the room in less than a minute, screaming for staff.

On the bed, more bloody mice escaped the gorilla. Green mucus dotted their tails. Another left. Flesh stuck to its ears. The next to dragged out the gorillas small intestine and headed away. Many crawled all over the bed.

My stomach twisted.

Boris held the knife. Blood dripped from the tip. “What are they trying to say?”

“They think I’m a gorilla. Just on sight. I highly doubt it’s because I did anything to anybody. I’m just a fucking monkey to them.”

“Not all of them, but some.”

“We’ll never sway the others. No matter what I do.”

“We may.” For some reason, Boris sliced at more of the thread. The incision opened all the way. Tons and tons of bloody mice spilled out of the dead gorilla’s huge belly. Squeaking, they scurried all over the bed. Some fell to the ground.

Most of the blood-covered mice crawled over the dead gorilla.

“Max was right. We shouldn’t have opened her stomach.”

My phone rang.

Max returned. “People are coming to deal with this.”

Harlem barked off in the distance. Blue had taken him for a walk.

I turned to Max. “Tell Blue to keep Harlem out of here.”

“You need to get out of here too. These little motherfuckers might have something and bite you.” Max left the room again.

My phone rang for the second time. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the screen. No name showed. I put it to my ear. “Yes?”

A voice carrying a