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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“Get the helicopter ready!”

Chapter 4

A Dangerous Chess Game

Emily

As we entered the concert hall, haunting questions spun in my head.

Am I the original? Or is it Lunita who truly owns our body?

The very idea gave me chills, because then. . .that would mean that I was the alter.

That would mean that. . .I wasn’t real.

I shouldn’t even be thinking this way. It could drive me even crazier, but still it was hard not to wonder after what I had learned today.

She shouldn’t have this much control? I thought it was only certain times when she would come out?

These questions had me fucked up in the head.

Forget about sex with the gardener. I couldn’t get over the fact that Lunita had been taking control of my body under my nose once again.

Had I been too stressed, after having Emilio?

I didn’t think so.

Granted, I’d been super exhausted with Emilio. Being a new mother had been taking a lot out of me. But I also had a chef, nanny, guards, and Blue. More than most new mothers possessed. Tons of support. That shouldn’t have been the trigger to let Lunita loose.

Why does it feel like she has more control over my body than me?

I checked my watch. Max and more of Harlem Crew had already hopped on Misha’s plane a while ago. They should arrive at the property in less than two hours. I didn’t know how Max could truly help, but it was always nice to have him by my side when facing something this scary.

What will Kaz do? How will he react?

I pulled out my phone and checked to see if Olga messaged me. The screen showed no missed calls or texts.

Will Emilio be okay? God, why did I do this? Better yet, why did Lunita do that?

There was quite a crowd in Tchaikovsky Concert Hall this afternoon. Tons of parents guided their kids into the massive space. Everyone was dressed to impress, even the little ones had the cutest suits.

Baba walked on my right, donning a nice black dress. She’d been shocked by my outing, but rushed to get ready.

I held Paolo’s hand on my left. He had on a nice green suit due to that being his favorite color. Every few steps he licked the violin shaped lollipop he was holding.

I smiled at him. “Is that good?”

“Yummy.” He held the lollipop up to me. “Taste.”

“Oh, no baby.”

I can’t. We have no idea where my mouth has been.

Blue led us down the aisle, searching for our row. She had told me that David had already inquired about our whereabouts when we drove up to the Hall. The motherfucker was becoming too damned good to sneak around.

Clearly, that was bittersweet. I wanted Kaz to have the best number one in history. I just didn’t want that number one to also beat me in maneuvering around Kaz.

Fucking K.D. How did he know we were even gone?

We had snuck through the tunnels. Baba thought it was odd, but she went with it, loving the idea of leaving the property for a while and getting a classical experience.

“Oh my.” Baba smiled. “I have not been here since the 80s. You know it was named after the famous Russian composer Pyotr Tchaikovsky?”

“I didn’t.” I checked my phone, wondering if Olga had anything to report. I’d told her to let me know every thirty minutes how Emilio was doing and even send a picture.

I should have said every ten minutes. He might need me.

Up ahead on the stage, the large orchestra tuned their instruments.

Paolo’s gestured with his lollipop at the musicians. “Music, mysh.”

“Yes, baby.” I put the phone away. “It’s going to be lots of good music today.”

I glanced over my shoulder, making sure only Harlem Crew was behind us.

Kaz might show up. Or will he buy the whole surprise concert thing? Maybe, he doesn’t suspect anything is going on.

I gazed around at the space. The interior was quite unique, featuring distinctive curved ceiling and walls.

Baba’s voice held excitement. “This concert hall is the most prestigious in Russia. It holds the best events. How did you even find out about this concert?”

I checked my right. “Blue found it for me.”

“Really? You were interested in hearing music today?”

I glanced on my left. “Yep. I just needed an escape.”

A really big escape.

Baba chuckled. “Perfect. Me too. I had the most horrid nightmare last night.”

“Oh yeah?”

Finally, Blue stopped at the fourth row and gestured for us to get in.

I led Paolo forward. “What was the nightmare about, Baba?”

“Oh, Emily. I dreamed that my beautiful white bench in the garden dripped with blood.”

I froze at the front of the row.

Baba lowered her voice. “And all I heard was a man screaming over and over as more blood kept spraying. Then, Olga’s tea cup appeared and cracked in the center. Next, a woman sobbed.”


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