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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I parted my lips.

“I would like the godmother of my daughter to be truly healed. That means you must step aside as much as possible, so Emily can get that healing.”

I didn’t like it, but I also knew that of all the people that Jean-Pierre discussed, Delphine was in fact the most dangerous.

I nodded. “On this, I will adamantly listen.”

Shock laced the Butcher’s voice. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Then. . .just remember this.”

I quirked my brows.

“New Orleans is a place of contrasts, where beauty and darkness coexist, and the line between the spiritual and the tangible is heavily blurred. Be safe, Kazimir.” Jean-Pierre hung up.

Up ahead, the airport came into sight.

Excitement didn’t hit me.

Instead, thoughts flooded my mind regarding New Orleans.

Chapter 46

New Orleans or Bust

Emily

Time to go.

The sun set, casting an orange glow over the tarmac.

I scanned the four sleek private planes gleaming under the fading sunlight, ready to embark on our journey to New Orleans. Kaz and I would be taking Valentina’s plane, due to it having a cell on board.

I still should ask her what’s up with that. No judgement, but. . .

Either way, my main guards would be on the plane with me, along with Kaz, my boys, Max, Harlem, Boris, Emilio’s wet nurses, and Tisha who demanded to be next to the Lion’s side while in the air.

Valentina and the majority of the Brotherhood would be on Kaz’s plane. Two other planes were added to transfer Harlem Crew, more of Kaz’s people, and tons of weapons.

I checked my watch.

Less than an hour.

Our departure was coming up, inciting hustle and bustle at this private airport. Luggage carts beeped while they carried over last minute bags. Crew members loudly coordinated the flurry of tasks.

A faint smell of jet fuel lingered in the air.

Many in Harlem Crew exchanged enthusiastic glances. I guessed that they were excited to visit the States and check out a new location. They all had their best travel clothes—silk and leather, diamonds and other gems.

Meanwhile. . .

A wicked smirk spread across my face.

I’m half naked under this fur.

Standing next to Valentina’s plane, I kept my hand gripping the coat and making sure it was closed. Underneath was a surprise for my lion.

Max strolled out of Valentina’s plane and headed downstairs. “Boris is set up in the back.”

“Okay.”

“Have you said hi or spoke to him yet?”

“No. Since shit is so tense with Kaz, I was going to wait until Kaz was by my side, before greeting Boris.”

“Eventually, you are going to have to talk to Boris by yourself.”

“I know, but Kaz already had some threatening conversation with Boris today. I don’t want to add to the tension. It would be better to let Boris just have a calm plane ride.”

“Boris told me that Kaz gave him a gift.”

I looked at him. “A gift? My baby gave Boris a gift?”

“Yep.”

“What was it?”

“Apparently, a really nice casket.”

I let out a long breath.

“That motherfucking Lion is a master at terrorizing people.”

“Well. . .at least Boris is alive with all of his limbs.”

“There’s that.” Max nodded. “Oh yeah. Emilio and Paolo are good to go too. Baba is reading a story to them. The wet nurses are in there watching. By the way, I have a question.”

“What question?”

“You know that red headed wet nurse with the big tits just begging for a brother to—”

“No.”

“You didn’t even know what I was going to say.”

“The answer is no.”

“Come on, Em. I’m better than that. Let me ask the question.”

“Fine.” I stared at him. “What?”

“Can I fuck the red headed wet nurse?”

I scowled at him. “No.”

What is wrong with him?

“Damn. Baba said the same thing. I hadn’t even talked to her. She just turned to me and told me that that chick was off limits. I bet Baba had some vision of me slamming into the red head—”

“Max.”

“Fine. She’s off limits.”

“Oh wait.” I eyed him. “Baba is riding with us? I thought she would be going with Valentina—”

“Naw, Baba moved my shit out of the nursery room and declared that she would be with her babies.” Max shook his head. “You would think she carried Emilio and Paolo herself.”

I chuckled.

Max took out a joint. “Yo. How long is this flight going to be?”

“Twelve hours.”

Men began to gather in front of Kaz’s plane.

What’s going on over here?

It must have been sixty of them, all scarred, tattooed, and dressed in suits. Slowly, they got into three lines.

Soon Valentina strolled out of Kaz’s plane, made it down to the tarmac, stopped in front of the group of men, and placed her hands on her hips.

Max slipped his lighter out of his jacket pocket. “What do you think the Pussy Bandit is doing now?”

“Probably having a conversation with them first, before heading off.”

“Hmm.” Max chuckled to himself. “This should be interesting.”

I nodded. “I wonder how she will be as Kaz’s number one.”


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