Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,67

French accent sounded on the other line. “I heard you have a gorilla problem?”

My body tensed. “Jean-Pierre?”

Chapter 16

Friendship is Magic

Emily

“Who else would sound so good? So charming?”

I whirled around, putting my back to Boris. “Calling me is not going to keep you safe from a bomb.”

“Interesting.”

“It looks like you have mice problem too, but you probably don’t mind those creatures.”

I looked up to the ceiling. “You’re watching me?”

“As friends do.”

More bloody mice left the gorilla. It appeared the psychos had filled the whole body with them.

Poor mice.

Jean-Pierre spoke, “How can I help, Emily?”

“If you can see me, then you saw who put this here.”

“Correct. Have I told you how smart you are?”

My body tensed. Rage blazed in my heart. “Who was it? Send me the image.”

“Not so fast. We should meet somewhere.”

I’m going to get these motherfuckers.

I swayed on my feet “I want to know now.”

“Of course you do, friend. Perhaps, we should meet, so I can show you the footage.”

“Or, you can send it to me now, friend.”

“We haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

I gritted my teeth. “It wouldn’t be safe—”

“It will be.”

“Jean-Pierre—”

“I’ll see you soon.”

“You can’t come to me, Jean-Pierre. Just send the—”

“Try not to kill anybody before I arrive. It may be the wrong person.”

The phone clicked.

Kazimir stepped into the room. He had war in his eyes and his hands fisted like he was ready to fight against a rebellion.

Stunned, I continued to hold the phone to my ear. Too much had occurred within a span of minutes—a gorilla, bloody mice, and Jean-Pierre.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Kazimir walked over to me. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” I put the phone in my pocket.

He pulled me into a hug. “Are you sure?”

I whispered into his ear, “Jean-Pierre is watching us right now. His people must’ve hacked into our monitoring system. Let’s go outside and talk.”

Kaz stepped back. While I thought his face showed rage earlier, now I knew he was ready to murder someone.

Several maids rushed in with brooms. I had no idea what they thought they would do with those. We would need an exterminator, before the whole mansion had an infestation problem.

I walked off.

Kazimir got to my side and grabbed my hand.

Together we headed down the stairs. Fury radiated off his body. His men raced to our bedroom.

Hysteria broke out on the first level. Many of the brotherhood talked about what had just occurred. I spotted some that I suspected. Abram stood on the side near his men, watching me. I kept a straight expression, not willing to show any of them fear.

Zahkar gave a few orders, pulled out his phone, and sounded like he was talking to the police. Off in the corner, Max and Blue talked as Harlem wagged his tail and barked for me.

“I’ll be back in a minute, Harlem.” I continued toward the front door.

Kaz opened it.

I walked out.

“Let’s talk there.” He gestured at the memorial.

I nodded and headed that way.

When we arrived, Kaz growled, “How the hell did you know Jean-Pierre was watching us?”

“He called to tell me that he saw who put the gorilla on the bed.”

“The pregnant gorilla with bloody mice?”

“Yes.” I swallowed.

Kaz looked back at the house. “I should bomb the whole property with everyone in it. If it wasn’t the last place my mother walked and breathed, I would.”

“You can’t kill everyone in there, baby.”

“That would eliminate the problem.”

I sighed. “They put the gorilla there, when we were in the meeting.”

“Which doesn’t mean the ringleader wasn’t in the meeting, just that his men were outside of it.”

“Maids are definitely in on it too.”

“Of course.” Kaz’s jaw clenched.

“I want to talk to the maids.”

“And what about Jean-Pierre seeing the people who did it?”

“Yeah.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Jean-Pierre wants to meet with me and show the footage then.”

“Not fucking happening!”

“I figured that. Either way, I want to talk to the maids now.”

“We do it together.”

I nodded. “I know some of the staff was around with your mother and you have a special place for them—”

“What do you want to do? Name it, mysh.”

“I may kill them.”

He curved his mouth into an evil smile. “Many will die this afternoon. Anyone who has nothing to say will be the first that I kill.”

I stood there in shock.

“Let’s go.” He marched off.

I hurried after him. “And what about Jean-Pierre?”

“If he saw it, then Misha can too. The people doing this have somehow gotten into our system. That means that everyone on video security today better call their loved ones