Dirty Minds: An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance

I’m going to kill you, Jean-Pierre.

My ears yearned to hear his screams.

Chapter 1

Kazimir

Our jeep entered Little Russia.

Minutes later, we parked in front of a huge church without a sign in front.

I leaned Pavel’s way. “This is the place?”

Blue spoke up. “King David lives in a renovated church.”

“Super religious?” Pavel asked her.

Blue turned back to her laptop. “Maybe. He gives tons of donations to several religious organizations in the area. However, he hasn’t stuck with one domination. He gives to the Catholics, Mormons, Muslims, Jewish, and even a few Buddhist temples.”

I scanned the space.

Somehow, Emily’s people had beat us to King David’s house. Boris directed men here and there.

They’ll be on their game today. We’ll get her back.

Emily had given them a chance to a better life. All had lived in poverty before she grabbed them. It was in their best interests to get her back to me and safe.

I should have never separated her from them.

Already, a few of her men loaded boxes into vans.

Efficient and hungry. Good choice, mouse. I should have known better and trusted you more.

Pavel gestured to them. “Your mouse picked a good group.”

I remained silent.

My driver left the jeep, walked over to my side, and opened the door.

I jumped out, eager to grab as many resources as I could.

King David served under me. Being that he was with the brotherhood, everything within his grasp belonged to me. His men, guns, and homes were all mine. Today I would use everything to have my mouse back. Due to Uncle Igor and Jean-Pierre’s fighting, David had already lost many men to the Corsican. He even phoned me once to respectfully complain. I directed him to my uncle. That clearly hadn’t helped.

I should’ve stepped in long ago. If I had, Jean-Pierre and his cousins would have already been dead, and my mouse would be with me.

I walked over to the building before me. Made of old gray stone and stained glass, it towered above me. Clearly, Emily’s men had already met with David. A few marched out of the front. Gray double doors swung closed behind them. Each man carried more boxes in their hands.

Those better be guns and bullets in those boxes. We need them.

Black runes, or some sort of religious symbols decorated the seven steps leading to those double doors.

I climbed up them. Pavel followed on my side. Blue had closed the laptop and trotted further behind us.

I got to the door. Before I could knock, a tall woman opened it.

As soon as she spotted me, she set the box down on the floor. Shaved head. Cold pale skin. A yellow leather patch covered her right eye. The left one watched me. She had to be several inches taller than my 6’4. She was at least 6’7 or 6’8. A Russian accent thickened her voice. “Kazimir Solonik, we’re ready to do whatever you need.”

“And who are you?”

“We’re with the mouse.”

I studied the patched eye, wondering what may have happened to the giant woman. “You are part of my mouse’s people?”

“I am.”

“What’s your name?”

“Emily calls me Lemon.”

I raised my eyebrows. “And what do you call yourself?”

“Lemonotsky.”

“Where are you from?”

“Siberia.”

Pavel shook his head at my side. “You’re not.”

I nodded in agreement. “And Lemonotsky is not your name, but we’ll talk more about that later.”

Lemon’s pale face tinted to red. She stepped back.

I stomped inside. “For now, help me find my mouse.”

She edged back but nodded her head.

“Where’s David?”

“David. . .” Lemon grimaced. “He said before he can go shoot, he has to have sex.” Lemon straightened her expression. “It’s been two minutes. I’m sure he’s almost finished.”

Not for the bullshit, I headed down the dark hall. Double doors stood at the end, painted in red. Perhaps, the place I walked in used to be the church’s lobby, and behind the double doors would be where the congregation prayed and held service.

Lucky for David, he opened the double doors, zipped up his pants, and hurried forward. “I’m ready. Shit. You’re here.”

Before David could speak, a tall, blonde woman strolled through the red doors. Pavel watched her. Lemon too.

The blonde winked at David as she sashayed past us. “Bye, King.”

David ignored her and put his attention on me. “I’ve been made aware of everything. Let’s go kill some Frenchies.”

David held out his hand.

Being that he had probably just been holding his dick, I didn’t take it.

With his fingers, he combed his own blond stands to the back. He was young. Probably in his twenties. Blue eyes. Hair longer than most in the brotherhood. It waved down to this ears when he’d rushed out half-undressed. Now he’d tucked the blonde waves behind his ears.

Tattoos decorated the space under his chin and all over his neck. Lots of words scribbled over and over. I studied some of them. It looked to be some sort of scripture form the Bible.