Dirty Hearts_An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance by Kenya Wright

Author:Kenya Wright [Wright, Kenya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 48499249
Publisher: ZachEvans Creative LLC
Published: 2019-10-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Kazimir

I brought Emily to my suite in the Satin Butterfly. I’d never taken another woman there. And, with Emily, there would be no memories of other women lingering among the walls or stinking up the carpet. Everything had to be new, when it came to her.

The Satin Butterfly was a posh boutique hotel. The perfect place for a lion to take his lover and mate.

I grinned at the silly thought.

Nestled in a quiet location, the Satin Butterfly was mid way between Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré and Montaigne. And it was a short walk to Champs-Elysees, where the heart of Paris beat.

That night, we sipped champagne on the suite’s balcony, and I showed Emily the Grand Palais as well as that great metal erection pointing the sky—the Eiffel Tower.

Emily was right to joke about my small comment. My suite was the opposite, more a tiny mansion than anything else. The hotel catered to the uber wealthy.

Chandeliers bathed the suite’s vast spaces in light. The furniture reflected the reason for the price tag—rare woods and muted rich fabrics, marble fireplaces everywhere. More suites than rooms, and each suite had its own wine cellar stocked with the best. There was a library for Emily to read as much as she liked as well as a smoking lounge for me to pop out a cigar in the evening.

How many days will we stay? Perhaps a week, if I’m lucky and my mouse is patient.

That night, as Emily fell asleep naked in my arms, I imagined making love to her in the hotel’s inner courtyard. Lush greenery and chiseled trees bordered the paths. I’d already scheduled several spa appointments for her. She’d earned a massage and some pampering.

We’ll finally get to relax.

It was my last thought as I fell asleep.

Early in the morning, my phone woke me up. Emily still slept safely in my arms.

The phone rang again.

It better be important.

I gently moved her, grabbed my phone, and walked out onto the balcony. Two of my guards stood outside, armed and ready to break any intruder’s neck. They didn’t leave the area, but they gave me room for privacy as they edged closer to the railing.

My phone rang for the third time.

I answered, “Yes?”

“There was another message for your mouse,” Zahkar said. “No one noticed until a maid screamed.”

“More heads?”

“Yes. This time it was a chimpanzee.”

That was the last news I’d wanted to hear. “Was it in the same bedroom?”

“No. The person put it in the new bedroom you both moved into.”

So this person has someone inside my staff? They know our movements.

Obviously thinking what I was, Zahkar asked, “I would like full permission to question your staff.”

“You know you have it.”

“I don’t want to be gentle. I saw what this person did. It was wrong, and this is not a threat that can be ignored.”

“What did he do?”

“There were a few monkey heads on the bed, but he added more to the message this time. He hung a female chimpanzee from the chandelier directly over your bed.

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