Dirty Hearts: Interracial Russian Mafia Romance

Why didn’t you want me to know about this new message?

Boris spoke, “Zahkar did give us a job yesterday.”

“He did?”

“Yes. Delivering trucks of food and clothes to protestors downtown.”

“You all helped them?”

“Yes.”

I’d watched the footage all morning of Moscow, St. Petersburg, and other Russian cities. The protests had stopped. Unknown trucks delivered boxes of food and other supplies. In other cities, money was given in envelopes. No one was sure who was responsible for the kind acts. An hour later, President Smirnov made an announcement that he’d done it. I’d been annoyed. Kazimir had found it funny.

At least that problem is somewhat solved. Smirnov probably didn’t like how Kazimir initially solved it, but now that he’s taken credit, everything’s smoothed over. Hopefully.

“It felt good to give back,” Boris said.

“It always does.”

My spoiled lion roared from the shower. “Mysh!”

Oh, I’ve got your mysh. You’re hiding things from me? And you’re trying to distract me from this monkey head problem.

“What are we going to do about the cut up animals?” Boris asked.

“They’re not telling you anything else?” I asked.

“No.”

“Stick to my plan and keep everyone off the property, except for Yuri and you. Stay in your rooms. Get close to a maid or someone else on staff. See what you can find without the brothers.”

“Got it.”

“But stay within the shadows.”

“I’m good with doing that.”

“I’ll call you later tonight just in case we have another phone problem.”

“Sounds good, boss.”

I tried not to laugh. No matter how many times I told Boris my name, he kept it at boss.

“Stay safe and talk to you later.” I hung up, left my phone, and stormed into the bathroom.

Lucky for Kazimir he was naked. Hot water streamed down his muscular frame. He glanced over his shoulder while I ogled that perfect ass. “What took you so long?”

I took off my robe and stepped inside. “I was getting an update from my crew.”

“Hmmm.” A hint of agitation dotted his face, yet he took my hand and guided me into the warm water. “And what’s new with the crew?”

“Not much.” I left his arms and went closer to the spray of water, letting it soak my hair.

He pulled me back against him. His cock pressed into my ass. “Not much?”

I moved away. “You would know more than me.”

“Meaning?”

“My phone is apparently not accepting phone calls from my men.”

“When people go on vacation, they unplug—”

“Don’t mess with my phone again.” I turned around and glared at him.

The line in his jaw twitched. He stepped closer, towering over me. “And who told you about the phone problem?”

“Never mind that.”

“Was it Boris or Yuri?”

“Make sure my phone is working upon the hour.”

“It may be an hour before we leave this shower.”

“It won’t be.” I twisted back around and began covering my arm in suds.

He turned me around, took the washcloth, dropped it on the ground, and slipped his body against mine. “Your phone will be back in order as soon as I leave the shower.”

“Thank you.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. “I’m sorry. I don’t like men having free communication with you.”

“Get over it.” I leaned away but didn’t leave his arms. “Anything else you want to add?”

He gritted his teeth. “Meaning?”

“Nothing new going on at the house in Moscow?”

He leaned his head to the side. “Who did you talk to again?”

“Chimpanzees? A mother and baby hanging over our bed? And you don’t say anything?”

“I wanted a name before I came to you—”

“And do you have one?”

“No.”

“Then, we should go back today.”

“But we won’t.” He slipped his fingers down the curve of my back. “What’s a threat miles away? What’s the use of us rushing back when we have men to do it for us?”

“No one is letting my men in the house and you’re blocking communication.”

“That was due to my command. I want access to our house limited from now on. I don’t know your men, and I don’t like them talking to you.”

“And I don’t know your men.”

“True.” He lifted me up.

“What are you doing?” I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Put me down. This is—”

He swallowed the rest of my response with a kiss. When he finished, he whispered, “I’m going to get his name and anyone else involved.”

Not even a little turned on for sexy time, I lowered from his waist. “I would rather get his name myself. This is between him and me. The monkey and chimpanzee has nothing to do with you.”

“No, mysh. You’re mine now. Your enemies are mine.”

“This enemy is probably one of your brothers. It would be better if I did it, anyway. You wouldn’t have to mistrust everyone.”

“Whoever did it isn’t a brother to me anymore. And when I figure out who it is, I’m giving him to you.”

Shocked, I stepped back. “You are?”

“I am. You’ll want to kill him and send a message to the others. I do understand that.”