Dirty Wars – The Lion and The Mouse Read Online Kenya Wright

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Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
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“Maxwell’s room.”

David pushed the button. “You should not be walking around the hotel without all of your men. Wassily should at least be with you.”

“I told him to stay with my mouse.”

“He should have ignored your order and come anyway.” David glared. “I will be having a stern talk with him.”

“I like Wassily.”

“And Wassily likes you, so much so that he lets you do whatever you want. At the bare minimum he should have called and let me know that you were solo and strolling around.”

“No.” I frowned at him. “He should not call you. We would not want to interrupt your helping Blue with her shower. After all, there are priorities to consider.”

David put his view on the elevator.

“Besides, there’s nothing to worry about.” I smirked. “You have ramped up security on this hotel so much it is as tight as Moscow’s Black Dolphin Prison.”

“If I remember correctly, you escaped from Black Dolphin.”

“No. Wrong place. Thankfully, I was never sent there. I escaped from Matrosskaya Tishina prison.”

The elevator dinged.

The doors slid open.

I stepped on. “No inmate has ever escaped from Black Dolphin. It is one of the most brutal detention centers in Moscow. Some of my uncles were sent there.”

David followed me onto the elevator.

I looked at him. “24-hour video surveillance. The cells are set back between three sets of steel doors.”

David pushed the button for Maxwell’s floor.

I continued, “Two inmates live in a cell within a cell, and it is barely fifty square feet.”

“Makes sense. It is supposed to be for Russia’s worst criminals.”

I nodded. “Terrorists, serial killers, cannibals, child molesters.”

The doors closed.

David asked, “But, why do they call it Black Dolphin?”

The elevator rose.

“Some prisoner created a sculpture of a black dolphin. The guards liked the piece, and put in front of the main entrance. It has been there ever sense.”

David smiled. “Perhaps, the guards needed a bit of happiness as they dragged themselves to work.”

I turned to him. “Do you want Giorgio dead? You know that it would be one quick order. One phone call. Someone slips into his room while Misha’s people monitor the situation. . .a pillow to the face, and the Butler would not rise in the morning.”

David did not look my way. “That would bring you more enemies. Jean-Pierre is not an idiot and Louis’s people have hacked into the hotel also. They would be watching too.”

“Damn the French.”

“They are supposed to be our allies.”

I sneered. “But, for you. . .”

David turned to me.

I looked away and placed my hands into my pockets, needing something to do with them. “For you. . .I would take on another war.”

David chuckled. “That may be the most romantic thing a man has ever said to me.”

I sneered, yet didn’t turn his way.

“Thank you, Kazimir, but as your number one, I will not allow you to enter into another war. Additionally, I can kill my enemies on my own time.”

I sighed. “Well. . .until then, I can have women in your suite. As many as you want. Any race, age, and size. Just give me your descriptions and desires—”

“I do not need the Lion to get me laid either.”

Fucking idiot.

The elevator stopped.

The doors opened.

I shook my head and walked off.

He followed me and got back to my side.

Still, I couldn’t let this feeling of anxiety go.

“David. . .in Paris you helped me get my mouse back. Since you have been by my side it has been a comfort. My mouse loves you as well as all of my people.” I stopped us in the hallway and turned to him. “You are worthy of the title king.”

A silly smile spread across his face.

I gave him a stern look. “But, how far do you want to go with me?”

The smile left. “I will follow you to hell.”

“Good. We just may be heading that way one day. So. . .” I gritted my teeth. “Be safe. Pansies or not, when the French become obsessed with a woman, bloodshed and violence proceeds.”

“I served the Brotherhood in Paris. I am more aware of the French’s actions than anyone.”

I reluctantly nodded. “That is true.”

“My mother and father died before I could walk.” David stepped closer to me. “My family thought Baba was an evil witch, so they steered clear of us.”

I frowned.

“I have spent a large part of my life, searching for family, brothers. People to love.”

“I have biological brothers, but they are not that important.” I pointed to him and then me. “It is the Brotherhood that has been formed within blood and violence that has only mattered to me.”

“I agree.”

I pursed my lips together.

“Kazimir, thank you for trying to help me with Giorgio, but I will not let you.”

I glared. “Why not?”

“Because I see you not only as my boss, the Lion, but I see you as my brother.” David placed his hand on my shoulder.



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