Dirty Flowers – The Lion and the Mouse Read Online Kenya Wright

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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
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As I had said before, we were all lucky both guys had kept this problem on a gentlemen’s level. Both surely had the gun power and capacity for violence. If unchecked, shit could truly get out of hand.

By the time we return, this situation had better be settled or I’ll pick for her.

I pushed that bad thought out of my head. “Any word on Lemon?”

“She has her bags packed and is helping the others get everything on the plane.”

“Oh wow. The staff is already loading us up?”

“Yes.”

My nerves flared. “Damn. This is really happening.”

“It is.” Blue cleared her throat. “I am not. . .happy that we will be separated.”

“Me either, but I want us to return to a Moscow that is safe for Paolo. That’s more important than you having my back in New Orleans.”

“I will find this person and kill them. There will be no problem when you return.”

“Perfect. I know you can do it. Just make sure you have some visuals of the kill.”

Blue looked at me. “You want me to record my killing the person?”

“Hell yes. If this motherfucker wants to get rid of Paolo, then I want to hear his or her screams and see the blood spilling out of his head.”

“Okay.”

I smiled. “Fuck it.”

“Oh.” Blue checked her watch. “Valentina will be arriving in less than five minutes. She already texted that her driver was entering the neighborhood.”

“Excellent.”

As we approached the conference room, I caught feminine chatter.

We got to the door.

Blue opened it.

The first thing I saw was Lemonisha, lounging on the massive table.

Next, I spotted Max, wearing an aqua blue designer suit and looking like he was about to go on a date.

He stood before thirty women dressed in a variety of styles. Some wore flowing velvet or jean dresses. Others had on heavy sweaters. Hair colors varied from dark brown to red, blonde to black. Some had their hair up and others let it fall around their faces.

Max held his hands out and spoke to all of the women, “So, if there are any complaints come to, Papi. I’m going to handle everything and make sure you’re comfortable.”

I sucked my teeth and continued forward.

Rubbing his hands together, Max scanned all of them. “Now, I want you all to line up in the back and take off your tops and bras. I need to see what you’re working with. Please don’t be shy. We are all family in here—”

“No.” I continued forward. “Keep your clothes on, please!”

“What?” Max turned to me. “How are we going to see the breasts?”

“Man, if you don’t get your ass out of here.” I gestured to the door. “Bye.”

“Why do I need to go?” Max crossed his arms over his chest.

“Because you don’t need to be in here.”

Blue chuckled and guided them to the back wall. “This way, please.”

The women followed her.

“Come on, Em.” Max frowned. “I’m staying.”

I placed my hands on my hips and studied him. “Are you going to tell me what happened in Italy with you and Ufuoma?”

“What?” He widened his eyes. “How the fuck did we get on that? We’re talking about titties.”

“I know you wouldn’t be ogling other women’s breasts if you were getting married to your wife.”

“You don’t know shit—”

“What happened?”

“It’s a very long story.”

“You just don’t want me to go down there and slice her up.”

He shrugged. “That too.”

What the fuck went down in Italy with Ufuoma?

“Anyway,” Max looked back at the women, touched his chest, and returned his view to me. “I am here as my nephew’s representative. That’s all. It is a huge sacrifice as an uncle, but I am willing to make it for him.”

“Excuse me?”

“Max Jr. will need the right titty. Not just any titty will go in my nephew’s mouth, and everyone agrees that Max knows titties.” He made a big circle. “Nephew needs something nice and warm. Sweet-smelling. Perfect nipples pointing like bullets. Soft like a pillow.”

“And, Em.” He scowled at me and wagged his finger. “Skin must have some melanin. I see way more vanilla sisters than chocolate sisters in here, but I’ll let that slide if their titties are better. However, high points automatically go to melanin titties. The reason? Slavery.”

I leaned my head to the side.

“Her skin should taste like caramel latte with a hint of vanilla or honey or maybe even green tea. As you can see, I’ve been thinking about this all morning.” He snapped his fingers. “Also, I should be able to bounce a quarter off the nipples. Pop. Pop. If I don’t hear the pop, then she’s out.”

“You need to get out.”

“Then, who’s going to suck the milk out?” Max held his hands to the side. “Blue or you? While Blue may be down to suck on titties, you are not up for the job. Therefore, I volunteer to take over the duty. I like milk. I eat that shit with my cereal. You know what I’m saying?”


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