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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“Don’t say sorry, just help me get this shit fixed. Lunita wouldn’t want him dead, and I don’t want her coming out taking revenge on us because he’s dead.”

“Okay.”

“Meanwhile, Kaz will not give a fuck about how Lunita feels. Therefore, we have to get the gardener out of Russia before I tell Kaz which means—”

“Making sure David doesn’t find out either.”

“Damn right. K.D. will snitch.” I looked inside, scared to enter. “Also, find out all of his close family members too—parents, siblings, children, and any ex-spouses.”

“Alright.”

“We need to get them out of Russia too.”

“Got it.” Blue took her phone out. “How much time do you think we have?”

“If we can truly keep this under Kaz and K.D.’s eyes, then I’ll wait to tell him this evening.” I checked my watch. “Regardless, get the gardener out of the country first, use a fake passport if you can. Whatever it takes to make him disappear. Then, work on doing the same with any close family members.”

All I could picture was Kaz torturing his innocent relatives for information.

Jesus Christ. What is Kaz going to do? And, how is he going to take it?

I shook in fear. “A-and. . .um. . .call Dr. Stovall back here. Make sure that he has STD tests for a man and a woman. Bring him in through the garden.”

Blue began typing into the phone. “You want the gardener checked first?”

“Yes.” I headed off. “Then, grab me so I can do the tests. I have to go check on Emilio and Paolo. I must make everything look normal, but keep texting me and don’t say too much in the messages.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I rushed off, pulled my phone out, and dialed Max. If anyone could help me with this, it would have to be him.

Max answered on the first ring. “Yo. You missing me? Aren’t you?”

“Of course I am, but that’s not why I’m calling.”

“What did your ass do now?”

“It wasn’t me this time, Max.”

“Then, Lunita?”

“Well, yeah—”

“Same thing.”

I rolled my eyes and told him everything as I hurried to Emilio’s nursery. I did my best to give a few code words here and there, making sure no one heard me.

Before I could finish, Max shrieked on the other line. “You fucked the gardener?!”

“Would you lower your voice.”

“It’s not like the fucking Lion is next to me! Did you fuck the gardener or not?”

“Lunita did.”

“Yo.”

“So, I have our crew about to take him to the airport—”

“Fuck him. You need to be at the damn airport too—”

“What?”

“Man, get your ass at the airport. I’m about to be on the next plane in ten fucking minutes to grab you. We’ll go off to Nigeria. I know some people that will hide us.” A muffled sound came on the other side as if Max moved the phone from his mouth. “Eh, homey, can I grab your plane for a minute? Em is in some bullshit down in Moscow.”

What the fuck?

“Cool, man.” Max’s voice came back on the line. “Yo. Pack your bags as well as Lil P and Max jr. Then, get to the airport. I’ve got Misha’s plane.”

“Wait. Hold on. I can’t just leave Moscow with Paolo and Emilio. Kaz would know and if he wouldn’t let me leave long ago, he damn sure isn’t letting me go with his newborn son.”

“Goddamn it, Em! Just listen to what I’m saying—”

“Don’t yell at me.”

“I leave for a few weeks and you fuck the gardener. What kind of bullshit is that?”

I spoke through clenched teeth, “I didn’t do it. Lunita did.”

“Well, you better make sure Lunita’s crazy ass is the one who tells him, and she better be holding a knife because he’s not going to take it well—”

“Okay, you’re scaring me. I need advice not—”

“Boris and I are heading there on Misha’s plane. St. Petersburg to Moscow is only an hour and half. Don’t say shit until I get there.”

“Wait. I told you to not let Boris enter Russia—”

“I needed his ass to help me with some more of Misha’s shit so—”

“He has to stay out of Russia, if Kaz knows he is here—”

“You need to worry about saving yourself, not Boris—”

“Please, don’t bring Boris here. Promise me.”

“Come on, Em.” Max groaned in annoyance. “I need all the guns I can get.”

“No one is shooting Kaz.”

“You let the gardener hit that ass. Now, all types of bombs and shit are going off tonight. You need guns.”

“I didn’t let him hit it, Lunita did.”

“Unfortunately, Lunita and you got the same pussy, so return to my original statement of bombs happening. Damn, Em. Next time make sure Lunita fucks a bigger Russian boss. What the fuck is the gardener going to do, when Kaz come for him? Prune is ass to death?”

“There is not going to be a next time and. . .just. . .get here, Max.”


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