Dirty Passions

by Wright, Kenya

  “Ribbon room?”

  “For our discussions with ribbons.”

  “Wow.”

  “And we need space for your men and the staff.” Walking to the closet, he took off the towel and displayed a perfect muscled ass. He rummaged through the closet some more and pulled out a suit. “Most important, we need a massive baby room.”

  “Massive?”

  “For Daddy play time. Lots of space to run and throw balls around.”

  “We’re having a baby not a full team.”

  He glanced over his shoulder. “Make sure the baby room is huge. It’s a deal breaker for the house. I won’t even step inside a property without a huge baby room.”

  “I can’t with you right now.” I rested on the pillow.

  He dressed, and I watched in pure enjoyment. Sometime in between him doing his tie and grabbing his shoes, I fell asleep, falling down into a deep blue world where a baby giggled, and ocean waves danced within the breeze.

  Chapter 32

  Pedophile Pyramid

  Kazimir

  I watched my mouse fall asleep. There I stood, looking at her chest slowly rise and fall. She fisted her hands and then opened them. A second later, her eyelids fluttered.

  Always on guard. Even when you’re sleep.

  I took that moment to go back into my closet and grab both of my guns and their holsters. Had she seen me get them she wouldn’t have taken that nap. When I returned to the bed to check on Emily again, Harlem had left his doggy bed and lay by her side.

  Insolent puppy. Fine. Protect her.

  I bent over, kissed Emily, and petted the spoiled furball against all logic.

  Get some rest, mysh. I’ll be back soon.

  I shut off the light and quietly left.

  And I’m serious about you sitting on my cock.

  I checked my watch.

  Pavel met me outside the door. My nerves flared on edge, but I would not show him my worries just yet. Not until I knew if he was guilty or innocent.

  Trust no one, except a few.

  Pavel wore a sad expression. “I heard Zahkar is dead.”

  “He is.”

  Pavel was smart enough not to ask any more questions.

  I walked on. “Are our men still following the French?”

  He nodded.

  I stopped. “Where are they?”

  “Near the airport.”

  Pavel needs busywork.

  “Go there and follow the French personally. I want my best man on it.” I patted his back. “Call me when they make any major move.”

  Pavel nodded and headed off.

  Once Pavel left, I called David. “Where are you?”

  “Outside your front door, waiting for your next order. I figured after the screaming in the shower, you would want to kill somebody.”

  “That’s your thing.”

  “It is, but am I right?”

  “You are. I’m coming your way. Find Abram. We need the address. We’re going to talk to him. And have your men meet us there too.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  There was no way I would let Emily deal with Abram on her own. She carried my child, and even if she didn’t, she was all mine. I had vowed to protect her. Part of that meant overruling her plans, strategies, and decisions when it could bring her harm. There was no way I would let her overtake that brothel or deal with Abram on her own.

  I’m a traditional man, mysh. You’ll have to understand.

  Heading to the front door, I dialed Maxwell.

  He answered after three rings. “Yes?”

  “What took you so long to answer?”

  “Man, a third ring is respectable,” Maxwell said. “If I answer on the first ring, then that means I’m too eager to hear your voice. And I’m a lady after all. I must play hard to get. The second ring could be taken either way. But the third ring, it’s the moment where you’re scared you’ll hear my voice mail. And that’s when I have your full attention—”

  “Next time answer on the first ring!”

  “Damn. My bad, man.”

  “Where’s Boris?”

  “Next to me. He just killed some guy in his bathroom, so he had to come over to mine and take a shit. That’s fucked up. People shouldn’t be shitting in other people’s bathrooms.”

  I groaned. “Make sure Boris is cleaned up. Then, you both head to my penthouse. Emily is in the bedroom asleep. Keep her safe.”

  “Got you.”

  “No, Maxwell. I’ve got you.”

  “That doesn’t make sense.”

  “Sure it does.” I hung up and left the penthouse.

  David met me there. “I’ve got a location for Abram.”

  “Okay. Let’s make this quick.”

  I could only be gone for a few hours. Emily would wake soon.

  “Where is he?” I asked.

  “Abram is at Charisma.”

  I nodded. It made sense.

  Charisma was an exclusive rooftop restaurant where the VIP section was located on a massive balcony. It housed a beautiful pool, a lounge area, and plenty of room for mingling and dancing. It was a favorite stop for the brotherhood. Equipped with four back exits that led to two hidden tunnels that could be used for escape from police, military, or even rival gangs.

  The owner made sure that it was stocked with the best vodka in Moscow. However, if you needed to reload a gun or grab a new weapon, he had people for that too.

  Charisma had been around for many years. When my father visited Moscow, he would eat there. During his time, it had just been a small brothel with a kitchen. But then someone shot the owner over a gambling dispute. The owner’s wife didn’t want the place, she was a devout Christian who found the brothel drenched in sin and lurking with demons. She gave it to chef. He passed it down to his sons—and on it went, generation after generation.

  And now Abram may die there tonight.

  Making sure my guns were loaded, I left the building.

  Due to the storm, the afternoon sky continued to be dark gray.

  It took us less than twenty minutes to get to the place.

  Twenty of David’s men met us in front of the building that housed the club. My security was around ten, not including twenty others that remained in vans parked on the other side of the street.

  David asked no questions as he opened the limo door.

  We headed to the building, entered, and took the elevator up.

  The ride was quiet.

  I didn’t want to talk or think about what must be done. These past months I had been fighting more than usual. And the enemy had appeared to be my own people—ones that I thought cared for me.

  And although Abram had not come for me, I knew he would go after Emily eventually. Her destroying the krokodil house wasn’t a big problem. He would take revenge, but it would be small. Her shooting his cousin wouldn’t be a big deal to him either.

  It was the brothels—the ones with the underaged girls. I knew his clientele represented the sickest form of power. And that group paid exorbitant amounts of money for their depraved pleasures. When she destroyed this place, it would cost him millions and make him a target for many. Because she just wouldn’t ruin the foundation, she would go after all of those disgusting old men who found their pleasure in feasting on little girls.

  She wouldn’t be able to help herself. My little hero.

  The elevator stopped on the top floor.

  The doors opened.

  We left.

  David spoke, “What should I be prepared for?”

  “Everything.” I walked through the doors of the exclusive restaurant. David stayed on my right. My men followed behind me on high alert. We maneuvered through the throng of people.

  Feminine laughter and music filled the warm air. Lovely scents hit my nostrils. Tons of people stood in line at the mahogany-and-brass bar. Behind it, bartenders juggled gleaming bottles and onlookers laughed.

  This afternoon, Moscow’s important people had decided to hit Charisma
and stay out of the rain. Many celebrities packed the main section. I rushed past them all, not taking in the famous faces or caring who they were. I had to fix this situation fast and get back home.

  Minutes later, I entered Charisma’s VIP section and spotted Abram.

  Abram caught sight of my entrance. Smart, his guards moved to the side.

  You knew this day would come. Did you think she would even find out about your brothel?

  A few of my men disappeared into the crowd, securing the entire room. I no longer trusted Abram at all. I didn’t like liars. I’d asked him about Kapotnya, and he hid his two money making operations from me. He would regret that now.

  But should I kill him here or give him to Emily? No. She’s done enough for today.

  I could feel the weight of my guns underneath my jacket in their holsters.

  The small crowd of women and men around Abram, parted for me as I stepped to him.

  Abram opened his arms. “Kazimir! You never come and see me. What is the occasion?”

  I hugged him back. “Business.”

  I was sure he felt the weapons under my jacket.

  Grimacing, Abram gestured to the back of the club. “You’ve been busy. And I’ve been ready to discuss business for a while. There are still territories open. Let’s sit, eat, and discuss them together.”

  I considered Emily and my talk about misdirection. We still didn’t know the full situation with the dead animals. Could Abram be the main person doing it? That would make everything so easy, so simple.

  “You’re correct. There are territories that need to be divided.” I followed him to a small booth done in red leather. “Perhaps, we should talk about that.”

  We sat down.

  David and his people positioned themselves a few feet away.

  “Ladies, don’t you see the lion is here. Show him how happy you are to see him.” Abram gestured for several women to come over.

  I shook my head. “Leave them.”

  “Come on, Kazimir.” Abram grinned. “I know your appetite. One woman can’t keep your attention. Many nights one woman has never been enough. Once, I’ve seen you take on five.”

  “It was five women in a twenty-four hour period, not five women in one night, and I was much younger than I am now.”

  “Ah! The stamina of the teens years.”

  “We fucked like rabbits—fast and with no real skill. Just sticking it in and out, and thinking we were doing something grand. Now, I feel bad for all the poor girls.”

  The women arrived anyway. Six of them. All tight dresses and long hair. Two sat next to Abram. The other three hit me with seductive smiles and headed my way.

  “No.” I shook my head. “Go away.”

  They glanced at Abram as if wondering what to do.

  “Oh, well.” He beckoned them to him. The women gathered around him. Shocked, Abram laughed. “The lion just said no to pussy? I wouldn’t have believed it, if I had not witnessed it for myself.”

  He pulled one of the bustier women into his lap. She wore a dark green tube top dress. Her breasts barely remained hidden and was close to being revealed.

  “You’ve just started with your mouse. It hasn’t even been a year. Not even half a year. For you two, it is the honeymoon stage. Everything is so easy. So new. But sometimes. . .you must miss being alone.” Abram rubbed the woman’s breasts and then yanked the top of her dress down, exposing her pink bra to me. “Are you sure you don’t miss this? Look at them. So ripe. So ready for your mouth.”

  I grinned. “I don’t miss them. Not even a little bit. Especially, when your hands are all over them. Frankly, when she’s in your lap, it brings down her value to me.”

  She glared at me and then pulled her dress up.

  Abram didn’t appear pleased either as he patted her ass and motioned for her to leave.

  Rolling her eyes, she rose and stomped away.

  I nodded at the other women. “Get rid of all of them.”

  Abram waved his hand. “Go!”

  The women scattered away.

  Abram placed his hands on the table and threaded is fingers. “Then, this visit really is about business.”

  “It is.”

  “Will there be a calling for the brotherhood to meet again? This division process has been delayed enough. Lots of territories are up for grabs with no one to look over them.”

  Could he be the one involved?

  “This is a good start, Abram.” I raised my eyebrows. “What territories are you interested in?”

  “You will forever have all of Russia, as well as West Europe and the Americas. There’s no need for me to try and grab them. It would be foolish.”

  “Those territories aren’t up for grabs anyway.”

  He smirked. “No. The only way they would be, is if you were dead.”

  I leaned forward. My hands yearned to wrap around his neck. “And as much as people may hope for that, it won’t happen anytime soon.”

  Abram did a motion of an invisible cross in front of his face and then kissed his fingertips. “Thank God for that. I am glad that your safe.”

  “And I’m glad I’m in your prayers.

  “Always. But, you ask me what territories I’m interested in?” Abram leaned forward. “Brother, I want the one that everyone desires. Italy. Any man with half a brain understands Italy’s rising power in Europe. Pussy and drugs are recession proof products.”

  He’s the one.

  I growled, “So, let’s talk pussy and drugs, but in regard to Kapotnya.”

  The confidence from earlier left Abram’s face. “I wondered how long it would be, before your mouse came running to you. I did not retaliate, although she has killed my men. My cousin.”

  “Do you plan to retaliate?”

  “I do not. I know how important she is to you.”

  “And you understand how deadly my mouse can be.”

  “Is she really deadly, or is it more that she’s backed by one of the most dangerous men in the world?”

  “I wouldn’t test either theory.”

  Abram raised his hands. “And I am a smart man. I don’t plan on testing those theories. But people do talk, and I listen.”

  “What do they say?”

  He lowered his hands. “They say she has you preoccupied, and maybe even weakens you somehow.”

  “And for those that have said it, are their pockets less full? Are their bellies empty?”

  Abram shrugged. “I doubt it. If anything, your escapades in New York and the most recent one in France, has actually given the brotherhood more money. Bombs scare everyone. People are afraid. Now, shipments show up on time. Money is cleaned and delivered with extra bonuses as if hoping for the lion’s favor. Currently, no one wants to fuck with the brotherhood or piss you off.”

  “Then, my obsession for my mouse is actually making us more money?”

  “And the brotherhood is now considered more dangerous than ever before. Many like the Yakuza are on pins and needles wondering about your next move.”

  “But still there are those that don’t like my mouse?”

  He shrugged again. “There are. I could help you find them. I could—”

  “That’s unnecessary for now. What I want to discuss is the brothel you have in Kapotnya.”

  Abram pursed his lips together as if at a loss for words.

  “Underaged girls? Some as young as twelve.” I spit on the ground. “I have a baby niece. One day, I will have a daughter. Is this the world that they have to look forward too?”

  “None of the girls are asked to do anything that they do not want.”

  “So a twelve year old is voluntarily having sex with old men?”

  “No. They’re not that young. More around sixteen and trust me, you remember our teenage years. These girls are begging for it.”

  I was sure he saw the fury and disgust on my face.

  “I would shut it down, if I could, Kazimir. But the clientele is powerful. I will need time to relocate
and—”

  “There is no more brothel or clientele.”

  His face twisted in confusion. “Kazimir, I apologize for not bringing this up to you, but any financial benefit from this brothel, I have given it to the brotherhood. I have not pocketed a dime.”

  “I would have rather you kept the money.” I rose from the booth. “I want a list of your clients.”

  “That is a very private and powerful list.”

  “You think that was a suggestion?”

  Abram shot up to his feet. Rage covered his face. “Kazimir, I understand that your mouse was snooping around the warehouse before she killed my men. Is this her doing in regard to my brothel?”

  He slowly walked over to me.

  A half foot of space ran between us.

  My men came close.

  I raised my hand.

  They stayed back.

  I leaned my head to the side. “You ask me questions? Who is leading whom here? Do I work for you, Abram? Do I exist to give you answers to the questions that come to your mind?”

  “This brothel generates a significant amount of money for my men and me. For all of the brotherhood.”

  Fast, I grabbed Abram by the neck, lifted him off his feet, and slammed him on the table. “You think I want money from pimping little girls?!”

  With my hands still around his neck, I choked him.

  Abram’s face reddened. His body shook. His hands shot up, trying to push my arms away so he could break free.

  Music ceased.

  People muttered around us.

  My men had their guns out and aimed straight at the heads of Abram’s men. I shoved Abram away.

  He slipped off the table and fell to the floor. When he began to get up, I caught sight of the rising gun in his hand.

  “Really?” I kicked the arm holding the gun.

  He screamed.

  The gun clattered to the floor.

  All of my men turned their guns on him, close to putting several bullets in Abram’s head.

  I roared at my men, “Stay out of this. He’s mine.”

  Adrenaline burned in my veins, crying for battle.

  While I ordered them to stand down, Abram seized the opportunity and dived for the gun. I charged for him. Abram grabbed the weapon, but it wouldn’t help him. While he held that gun, I landed on his chest, dug my knee into his ribcage, and punched him hard in the face.