Dirty Minds: An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance

“I’ll keep my eye on it,” Louis said.

They care about these women? Why?

Louis gestured to me as I watched them. “She’s creepy as fuck. I can’t wait to give her back.”

You stole me from my bedroom. And I was butt-naked. But I’m the creepy one? I see how you did that.

Jean-Pierre muttered, “It’ll be soon.”

Will it?

“You saw how fast she killed those men.” Louis whistled and glared at me. “Why would the Lion want a woman like that in his bed.”

Fuck you.

I turned away from them, pissed and aggravated.

“We love, who we love,” Jean-Pierre said. “No matter if they’re a monster, or an angel.”

Maxwell? Kazimir? Did you track me? Are you coming?

Chapter 7

Kazimir

Like failures, we returned to David’s grandmother’s house. Close to arriving back, my clever mouse called Maxwell’s phone.

How did she do it? Who’s phone did she grab?

Somehow the connection had been cut. At least we had a phone number. We could look up the cell owner’s situation. Maybe that would point us in the right direction.

We entered the house.

Eden remained inside, but now she sat at the table, eating. Apparently, David’s grandmother had cooked her some food.

David walked up to me. “Eden’s still high as hell but coming down.”

“I don’t care what she is, as long as she can get my mouse back.”

David signaled for us to go down the hall. “We’ve been working on some ideas.”

Maxwell stepped into the living room and followed us. “Where’s the flute player?”

“In the kitchen eating.”

“Good.” Maxwell sighed. “We’ve got to keep her safe.”

“She’s safe enough,” I growled. “Has Misha called back on the phone tracking?”

“Not yet.”

David brought us into a blue and white room. A small bed sat in the center. He’d covered it with several maps. “This place is Forum des Halles. Over a 150, 000 shoppers go there every day. If you want thousands of innocents, this is the place.”

“Jean-Pierre wouldn’t go bomb-heavy here.” I walked closer to the map. “The only way he would, is if he thought I was putting Eden in danger.”

“And there’s no need for that.” David stepped over to the side of the map. “You’ve both proved that you have each other’s women. The only logical thing to do would be to exchange them with no problems.”

“Is he logical?” Maxwell asked.

David frowned. “Not at all.”

I frowned. “And nether am I.”

On the map, he pointed to a purple line sliding through a box. “The shopping mall is mainly underground, and it’s connected to the metro transit system.”

“The mall works, but where do we exchange?” I scanned the area. “What’s this? It has several fire exits, good space, many exits and entrances.”

David checked. “That’s the movie theater.”

“It could work, if we empty the theater out.”

“Are you sure a movie theater will be a good exchange?” Maxwell asked.

“It’s the best place to do it in the mall.” David pointed to the map. “It’s the only one that has several fire exits and front entrances.”

I nodded. “I like the theater for this. Can we get tanks in the mall?”

David eyed me. “Kazimir, this is Paris, not Moscow. Driving a tank to the mall will be suspicious. We’ll get stopped, before we can get her.”

“Tanks.” Maxwell shook his head. “We’re bringing the big guns out.”

“As big as we can get them.” I tapped the map. “If we can’t get tanks, then how about a huge gun on wheels. At least two of them. I want to drive after Jean-Pierre, as I shoot him.”

“A big gun on wheels?” Maxwell asked. “We have to make sure we get Em back, before we shoot the place up.”

“We will. I’ll have my mouse, and Jean-Pierre and his lover, will die tonight.”

“I’m sure that’s what Jean-Pierre is thinking.” David shook his head. “We have to get everyone in on this, even the Ukraines.”

“Call them.”

David sighed. “Already did. They were just waiting for the location.”

“Give it to them.” I checked my watch.

Pavel walked up to me. “The lions are still in his warehouses. No one’s spotted them yet. When they do, it’ll make it difficult for his men to get more guns.”

“Good. I hope the lions are hungry.” I walked over to Blue. “Did we get the tracking back? Has Misha said anything?”

Blue frantically typed into her laptop before she looked at me with fear. “Cellphone towers went down. I think the French detected a phone call coming from the apartment and just cut it off. Like people can’t call out from that area. They can only receive phone calls.”

So, Jean-Pierre wanted to make sure she couldn’t call out, but he had to guarantee he got my calls for the exchange place. Smart, but we should be able to break through this.

But Maxwell wasn’t having it. “What do you mean the towers went down? We don’t have time for that shit.”

Blue continued to type into her computer. “I don’t know how it happened, but I don’t think anyone can use their phones right now.”