Dirty Kisses_Interracial Russian Mafia Romance by Kenya Wright

Author:Kenya Wright [Wright, Kenya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ZachEvans Creative Publishing
Published: 2018-06-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Emily

We continued down the hallway. A moldy scent filled the air. Large cob webs dangled in corners. Rats scurried by. Luka jumped and came close to shooting one.

“Save your bullets, Luka,” Kazimir said.

“I hate rats,” the man grumbled as he stomped forward.

“How long have you all been marking these tunnels?” Kazimir asked.

“Since we were kids.”

“Who else knows about them?”

“I’m sure the city and retired maintenance and train workers. People like that, but it’s not something that others know.” Enjoying Kazimir carrying me quite too much, I shined the cellphone along the walls. The man was a muscled personification of contradictions. His arms were hard, yet soft. So close, he smelled dangerous, but I absolutely felt safe.

“So, only your brother and this Maxwell knows about these tunnels?” Kazimir asked.

“My friend Kennedy too, but she almost never goes down with us, so she wouldn’t know her way. It’s always been a big secret of mine.” I considered what I’d said and almost cursed at myself.

I’d just led Kazimir and Luka into my biggest escape method. Now if I ever had to get away from the Russians, I would need another way. Fear knotted at the pit of my stomach.

Let’s hope I don’t have a reason to escape.

We must’ve walked for twenty minutes in dark silence with only the cellphone’s light guiding the way.

I wondered what both men were thinking.

Surely, they’d dealt with worse in Russia. Their lives couldn’t have been perfect white picket fenced houses full of love. These guys were big, tattooed, and rough. That came from hard living and a tough life.

Kazimir held me the whole time, never stopping to rest his arms. The butt of one gun tapped against my side every other step.

But I had no reason to complain. His arms were safe and comfortable. Warm and powerful. His scent drew me closer. For those minutes of silence, I’d been wondering what his cologne was mixed with—pine or maybe a designer musk. Something expensive and exclusive. Other minutes of silence, I yearned to lean my hand against his shoulder and rub my face against his chin and neck. . .so close, I’d been imagining licking and kissing it. Doing dirty, nasty things to it.

“What’s on your mind, my little mysh?” Kazimir whispered through the silence.

I licked my lips. “I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

How sexy and strong you are.

“This whole thing must’ve been planned a long time ago,” I said instead. “The bomb. Rumi’s death. It’s all very well calculated. Killing Rumi would’ve been hard. Personally, I thought I would be the only person that could do it.”

“Why?”

“I. . .uh. . .just thought so,” I muttered, realizing that my true response might not have showed me in the best light.

“What were you going to say?” Kazimir pushed further. “We’re friends now. We know each other’s secrets.”

“Do we?” I enjoyed the comfort of his arms too much no matter how I tried not to. I cleared my throat. “You know about my tunnels. What secret do I know of yours?”

“That someone close to me is trying to kill me.

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