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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“He ended up getting on a plane headed to South Korea. It took off. In the air, our men pulled out their guns, burst into the cockpit, and had the plane land at Ostafyevo.”

“Good work.”

Ostafyveo was a B class international airport, located 14 kilometers to the south of Moscow Ring Road.

I placed my hands in my pocket. “How long until he gets here?”

“No longer than twenty minutes.”

“And my mouse?”

“They are heading back from the concert.” David showed me his phone.

I gazed at the picture.

Emily sat in the back of the limo as Paolo slept in her arms and Baba smiled and chatted about something.

Clearly, whatever Baba was saying hadn’t eased or entertained her.

Worry covered Emily’s face.

Mysh, what are you doing?

David took the phone back. “Also, the Mouse contacted the Chef. The kitchen staff is running around.”

“For what?”

“I was told that they are preparing a surprise dinner for you. The maids are in the dining area turning it into a romantic space. Candles, roses, and the best dinnerware.”

“Did you find out what dishes the chef was instructed to make tonight?”

“Pelmeni filled with lamb and onions, borscht, and blini stuffed with caviar.”

My favorite dishes. Are you trying to soften me up, mysh?

“Additionally, two of Harlem Crew headed down to the dedicated vodka room in the wine cellar.”

“Interesting.” I raised my eyebrows. “What did they pull out?”

“The Russo-Baltique.”

Vodka won’t stop me from killing anyone, mysh, but very nice touch.

At $50,000, the Russo-Baltique was one of the most expensive bottles of vodka I possessed. 7,000 Swarovski crystals covered all sides of the bottle, and it was kept in the cellar at a constant temperature of 45 degrees Fahrenheit, to ensure the quality of the premium-tasting vodka.

David touched his chest. “Emily then delivered me a message.”

“What did my mouse say?”

“Have Kazimir dressed in his best and in the dining area in an hour and half.”

“Then, game on.”

Chapter 6

The Dinner

Emily

After Dr. Stovall told me that the gardener and I were clear of all STDs, I searched for the sexiest thing I could find in my closet that represented both formal seductress and boss bitch at the same time. That was no great feat, yet I settled on a red corset dress that fell to the floor and had my arms and back out. A long split exposed my right leg and rose all the way to my hip.

I had to admit that the dress fit tighter than intended. I was clearly no longer the same size I had been before getting pregnant with Emilio.

My breasts poked out of the top, plump and jiggling. While I would never walk out of the house with my breasts out this much, I knew it would take Kaz’s anger down a few notches.

Next, I placed a black wig on. I called her Siren. She had bangs, and was silky long, stopping at my hips. The tips were a bright red that went perfectly with the dress.

This could work.

I gazed in the mirror and applied my lipstick.

My phone rang.

I checked the screen.

Max was inviting me to a video chat.

I accepted. “Where the hell are you? You should have been here by now.”

“In Moscow, but stuck in traffic.” He sat in the back of a car and blew smoke at the camera. “This shit looks suspect too. Cops told us that the roads were shut down. You think your kitty kat did that shit?”

“You better not call Kazimir that to his face.”

“But, you think he did it or not?”

I sighed. “Probably.”

“Yo. Hold up.” Max gazed at the screen. “Pull the phone back a little for, papi.”

I grinned. “I’ll have Blue sneak the helicopters off and grab you.”

“I still want to see what you’re working with.”

I smirked and held the camera out.

“Fuck.” Max whistled. “Doctor okayed you for sex, yet?”

“Well, it’s some days until six weeks. Granted, some people have sex before six weeks with no complications. Dr. Stovall said a good rule of thumb is to wait until the bleeding has stopped.”

Max screwed his face up in disgust.

“The bleedings stopped and there’s been no vaginal tears—”

“Nobody asked you about all that.”

“Fine.” I sucked my teeth. “Just to be super safe, we have around five days.”

“Em, you’re not going to make it.”

I frowned.

“With the way you look now, he’s beating it up tonight.”

“Okay, Max. Let’s get back to what’s going on. Where’s Boris?”

“St. Pete.” Max smoked some of his blunt. “He’ll be safe there, Em. Don’t worry.”

“Get his ass out of Russia.”

“Let’s make sure you’re safe tonight.” Smoke left his nostrils. “Speaking of that, I called the Butcher to send some people.”

“Man, that was you? Kaz knows the French are heading here.”

“How the hell does he know?”

“I don’t know. Spies and what not. Just tell, Jean-Pierre to have the plane with his people turn around.”

“Man, I was hoping I could surprise Kazimir with them. Let his ass know that he won’t be bullying anybody.”


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