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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I knew he wouldn't let them.

My voice went hoarse. “Kaz?”

“We make love, have breakfast, and then. . .we have a. . .difficult conversation.” He leaned down to kiss me.

I dodged his mouth and moved my face to the side. “We have the difficult conversation now.”

“That would drastically shift the enjoyment of this morning.”

“I don't care.”

His voice softened. “Trust me, mysh.”

“Trust me to deal with whatever you have to say.”

Sighing, he moved away and sat beside me.

I sat up and considered all of the things that could rock my world. “Did someone die?”

“Thankfully, no.”

“There's no way you. . .” I fisted my hands. “No.”

“What?”

“You haven't cheated on me. Right?”

Kaz glared at me. “Is that what you think of me?”

“No, but this sounds bad.”

“That would never be a conversation we would have.”

“You damn right it won't. However, fucking tell me what's wrong.”

“I want to be careful with this because it isn't an easy thing to reveal. I love you and I want you to—”

“Wait.” My heartbeats increased. “Do you want to. . .”

He raised his eyebrows. “What?”

I touched my chest. “Do you want to change us?”

He tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“You don't want to get married anymore—”

“I would never let you go.” A fierce intensity pushed out the sorrow in his gaze. “We have not done the ceremony, but in my heart, my soul. . .” He touched the side of his head. “In my mind, you are my wife.”

I swallowed.

“You are the mother to my first born. The woman who has saved me from a bomb and many of my enemies. You have taught me love.” His voice went hoarse. “How could you ever think that I would want anything else, but to make you my wife and live the rest of my life with you?”

“I'm just trying to figure out all the things that could be a difficult conversation.”

He ran his fingers through his hair.

Stop overthinking. This is going to be bad. We will deal with it.

I had never witnessed Kazimir being this uncomfortable to talk about something.

I placed my hands in my lap. “Just say it, Kaz.”

“Mysh, this isn't a just-say-it sort of thing. There will need to be several sentences to slowly get you to understand—”

“If no one died and our relationship is solid, then I can take it.”

A worried expression played on his face.

“If you're by my side, Kaz. . .then it doesn't matter what I must deal with.”

He picked up one of my hands and placed it on his chest right over his heart. “I will always be by your side.”

I gulped down some of my fear. “X used to say. . .as long as you get someone who will dance with you in a thunderstorm, life will be okay.” I looked at him. “Is this a thunderstorm?”

“I would say this is a hurricane.”

I trembled. “Tell me.”

“Mysh.”

I gritted my teeth. “Now.”

He let out a long breath. “Do you remember being in the room with Salvatore and the rest of the Mancuso men?”

I widened my eyes. “The cutting? I don't. . .remember. . .”

I searched through my mind. “What happened? I walked up to Salvatore and. . .”

“You lowered to the ground.”

My bottom lip quivered. “O-kay.”

“Then.” He looked away and sighed.

“Kaz, what?!”

He turned to me. “You became someone else. Another woman.”

I stared at him and froze.

No other words left his mouth as he watched me.

“Kaz?”

“Yes.”

“What. . ?” I shook my head. “What do you mean I became someone else?”

“You were a different person. You talked in a strange way and held your head oddly. You hated the heels. I got the feeling that this part of you doesn't like to wear them. You hated the dress too and said it was too tight so you took it off—”

“Wait. Wait.” I moved my hand from his and got off the bed. “I don't understand what you're saying.”

“This is a difficult topic.”

Now standing, I shook my head. “I was talking like I was someone else?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe, I was drunk.” I paced a little. “I don't remember drinking any alcohol or it could have been a drug or something in the air—”

“It wasn't that. You. . .well. . .she said that she has come many times before.”

I stopped pacing and turned to him. “Who said?”

“You. Well. . .the other you.”

“No. No.” I waved my hands. “There's no other me. This is. . .Look. You must be. . .a little confused.”

“You weren't you. We fought—”

“What?!”

“This side of you wanted to touch the men's dicks before you killed them and I wouldn't allow that, so you attacked me, but you. . .she was horrible at fighting. Not even close to your skills—”

“Kaz.” I held my hand out to stop him. “Were you. . ?”

“What?”

“Were you drinking?”

“Me?” He frowned. “No. I know this doesn't make sense, but—”

“Doesn't make sense?!” I fisted my hands to the side. “This is insane!”



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