Dirty Love (The Lion and The Mouse Book 2) Page 21

  “Youngblood, get your dick sucked and stop overthinking it.”

  I held my dick out for her. “You don’t have to—”

  “Shut up, Maxwell. I don’t do anything that I don’t want to.” She reached out and took it.

  I shivered in lust from her touch. Her skin was soft and silky. Her caresses were gentle.

  She gazed up at me. “I have a third request.”

  I smiled and looked down at her. “You would have another request right before my dick touches your mouth. It’s the best time to get me to do anything.”

  She giggled. “When I touch your dick, no one else will touch it.”

  “No one else is here.”

  “I mean when we fuck.”

  “That makes sense.”

  “No, Maxwell.” She blinked. “You will not fuck anyone else, when I’m fucking you.”

  “Are we having sex or getting married?”

  “Is that a no?” She tried to get up.

  “No. I mean, sure. Whatever, man. It’s not like I’m actively dating.”

  Smiling, she opened her mouth. “Good.”

  “Yes…good.” I reached down, grabbing her soft blonde hair in both hands.

  “I love how big your dick is…I don’t want to share it.” She looked up at me through her long lashes just as the tip of my dick touched her lips. “I’m glad we’re friends, Maxwell.”

  “Oh, Valentina, you are definitely my best friend.”

  A white pearl of cum beaded at the end of my dick and dropped onto her bottom lip. She licked it up, and I felt her warm tongue against my cock. Another white pearl appeared. She wiggled the point of her tongue into the hole of my cock as if trying to get all of the flavor she could. When I saw a bit of cum coat her tongue, she closed her eyes and moaned at my taste.

  At the sight, I almost lost it.

  Jesus.

  She sucked my cock in and it was everything beautiful about the world. Her mouth was warm around my length, and I swore I hit the back of her throat.

  “Yes.” I gripped her hair tighter, unable to control myself.

  She licked the underside of my dick, and I groaned so loud the others must’ve heard me. If she continued, more cum would bead out. Already, the thick vein underneath pulsed and was ready to burst.

  Fuck. If I’d known this, I would’ve had my dick in her mouth on the first plane ride.

  Every lap and lick, every suck and pull, went straight to my balls and throbbed in my body. I rocked my hips back and forth, needing to fuck her mouth.

  She groaned.

  I wanted this to last forever, but her mouth was too sweet. It was too hot and too good, and I wouldn’t last much longer. I could feel her excitement while she was licking me, and I could see her body moving to her own rhythm. She was turned on by this and knowing that took me to the edge. Fast.

  She was moaning around me and nearly giddy as she sucked my dick. She loved it, and I couldn’t hold on. “I’m coming, princess.”

  She groaned.

  “I’m coming in your mouth.”

  Instead of moving away, she sucked harder and deeper. I forced myself to keep my eyes open and watch the beauty of her mouth on me.

  And then she moved one of her hands away from my dick. Her moans wrapped around my dick like her mouth, and when she placed her hand between her thighs, I lost control, coming deep in her throat.

  “Fuck!” I gripped her hair and pulled her mouth down on my dick. The orgasm jutted out of me, filling her mouth. I felt her swallow around the head of my dick, and it was in that moment I decided I might marry her. I was actually going to confess as much, but she pulled my softening dick out and stared at something on the toilet.

  “What’s that?” she asked staring at the toilet.

  My body trembled. “What?”

  She squinted and then she reached behind the toilet and grabbed whatever she could see.

  “What is it?”

  “Tape around a…” She yanked at it again and then a snap sounded as she pulled it out. “Someone taped a phone to the back of the toilet.”

  I helped her rise and then put my dick back in my pants.

  She continued to stare at it and then handed it to me. “Why would someone do that?”

  I turned it on. “Send messages to somebody without others knowing it. It’s a shitty little cheap phone that you can get from any gas station, but this one…”

  I shook my head.

  “What?”

  “I know where someone got this.”

  “How?”

  “I’ve bought tons of these.” I touched the green apple sticker on the back. “They’re right around my house.”

  “They sold these in New York?”

  “Even more specific, these were only really sold in Harlem. It’s this company that tried to get up. They failed and gave boxes of these phones to Johnny Appleseed.”

  She blinked.

  “It’s just a nickname. Either way, he spent all year trying to get people to sell these damn things. I bought a few to be nice and ended up using them when I had a job where I didn’t want anyone to track me.”

  “So someone bought this in Harlem?”

  “Yes.”

  “That can be anyone on this plane, except Misha and his men.”

  I nodded.

  I didn’t think Misha had anything to do with Sasha. The guy looked like he was going to cry when Kazimir walked up to him days ago at Igor’s castle.

  I turned the phone on.

  We both watched the screen as it lit up.

  No unique lock screen or anything, just the regular blue background. I checked the messages. The same number came up for texts and calls. I pressed on the texts. The person responded back, and with the way he did, I was certain it was Sasha.

  Valentina came up with the same realization. “This is Sasha’s spy. He’s on my plane.”

  I nodded.

  UNKNOWN: We’re heading to Moscow. Kazimir did not come.

  SASHA: Where is he going?

  UNKNOWN: I will find out.

  SASHA: Hurry.

  I went back to past messages. The first text message was a picture of Em and Kazimir in New York. They were dressed and ready to board our first flight. They stood together in the airport lobby. The FBI agent stood talking to them and I remembered that moment.

  Someone snapped this right before we got on the plane. Whoever it was probably hadn’t gotten a chance to do it earlier. But with Kazimir talking to the FBI, he seized the opportunity.

  I read the texts under the picture.

  UNKNOWN: He’s still alive. Plan B. We’re going to Prague in the next hour.

  SASHA: Let me know, when you land.

  UNKNOWN: Valentina is with him.

  SASHA: Good. Kill her, if you can.

  Valentina laughed. “I’ve got you.”

  “Who is it?”

  “I don’t know, but I will.” She gritted her teeth. “I want this person.”

  “Me too.”

  We checked the next text.

  UNKNOWN: We’ve arrived in Prague. We’re going to Igor’s castle.

  SASHA: Call them.

  The person had called the only other number in the phone log, after that text. We went back through the text history. More pictures had been texted to Sasha.

  This time, it was several images of Igor’s feast. I spotted Em, Xavier, and I laughing at one table. Another image had Kazimir and Igor sitting and talking to each other.

  UNKNOWN: Valentina has left. Do I still call them in?

  SASHA: Yes. Just make sure you kill the other three. We will get her later.

  I sighed. “The other three?”

  “Kazimir, Uncle Igor, and Emily.”

  “How can you be so sure?” I asked.

  “To Sasha, those would be the most important people to kill in those images.”

  Banging came at the door. I tensed and put the phone in my pocket. “We don’t tell anyone, unless we can trust them.” />
  “Do we tell Misha?”

  Someone slammed at the door again.

  I opened it.

  Misha stood outside of it and stared at me. “Do you think this is wise?”

  “What?”

  “Sleeping with Valentina?” He glanced her way. “Trust me. It’s not worth it.”

  In a flash, Valentina tried to slap him. It was damn near impossible being that we were already enclosed in the small bathroom.

  I got out and stayed between them. “Calm down.”

  Misha rolled his eyes. “You have a bedroom—”

  “Hey, let’s move on from that topic.” I held up my hand. “It’s not what you think.”

  “You weren’t just moaning in there?” Misha frowned. “I don’t care, but I came to warn you.”

  Valentina snorted.

  “Warn me about what?” I asked.

  “She’s psychotic.”

  “Thanks.” I shrugged. “I’ve kind of got a thing for psychotic women.”

  Valentina crossed her arms over her chest. I glanced down the hallway. Everyone appeared to be asleep or on their way. The stewardess walked around as the main cabin darkened.

  Valentina sighed. “Even though Misha is annoying as fuck, we’ll need him.”

  “We will?” I raised my eyebrows. “We don’t even know what to do. I figured we waited until we landed and talked to Kazimir—”

  “No, the less Kazimir knows, the easier it will be to protect him.”

  “How’s that?”

  “We can control what the guy says.” She gestured to the phone in my pocket.

  Misha looked at her and then me, and then walked off. “Forget about it. You two are crazy.”

  “No.” I gestured for him to come back. “No disrespect, but she’s right. We do need you.”

  “Need me for what?” He turned around and glared.

  “We’ve got a way to get the man who organized your father’s death.”

  Misha’s face went dark. “Continue.”

  I scanned the plane and signaled for them both to come with me. We walked back to Valentina’s bedroom. Oleg eyed us and held a strange expression.

  Either he’s guilty and worried, or he thinks we’re going in the back to have a threesome.

  I shut the door when all three of us had filed in.

  Misha didn’t let me talk, when he faced me. “Who?”

  “We don’t know who yet.” I pulled the phone out of my pocket and caught him up on everything.

  After a few minutes, he shook his head. “I don’t understand how Valentina found it in the first place, if it was that low on the toilet.”

  “I was on my knees.” Valentina cleared her throat. “Picking up the…change that I needed…and my ring.”

  “I’ve never seen you get on your knees for change.”

  I shook my head. “We’re a little off topic. It doesn’t matter why she happened to find it—”

  “It does,” Misha interrupted. “She could be the one working with Sasha and now that she knows Kazimir is no longer buying her bullshit, she’s decided to pretend like—”

  I held up my hand. “There’s text messages where the guy and Sasha talk about killing Valentina.”

  “That could be her still.” Misha studied the phone and went through the messages. “I don’t trust her.”

  “I’m standing right here.” She leaned against the wall.

  He looked up from the phone. “Only because of your brother.”

  “What does that mean?” She headed his way.

  I got between them. “Chill, guys.”

  “It means that if not for your brother, I would’ve killed you.” Misha flashed his hands. “I would very much like to wrap these around your neck.” He slammed his hands together. “Crack! That’s the sound it will make.”

  Valentina laughed. “Come for me, whenever you need to, but don’t use my brother as an excuse.”

  “Can we get back to the whole…people trying to kill us?” I said between them. “I lost a man that I considered my father. Misha, you did lose your father, and Valentina, you might lose your brother, if you don’t focus.”

  Misha backed up.

  Valentina went over to the bed and sat down.

  “In fact, we might not only lose more people in front of us, we’ll die too.”

  Misha stared at the phone. “I’ve got a plan.”

  “Oh God.” Valentina lay down on the bed. “Anytime Misha has a plan, I need psychiatric counseling afterwards.”

  I looked at him. “What’s your plan?”

  Eighteen

  Kazimir

  We left my house and drove through Moscow.

  “So…” Emily cleared her throat. “The president will do what you say?”

  “He owes me. I’m sure he knows what’s going on between Sasha and I now. He won’t admit it, but he’s nervous and wants this situation to end soon. It’s been a busy year.”

  She tapped a frantic rhythm on her leg. “Why…you know what? Never mind.”

  “You’ll have to be quick today. Whatever you need to know, ask.”

  “Why would Putin owe you?”

  “Russia owns 8400 nuclear warheads. Most are hidden in these secret cities, and most are mine. If Russia wants free access to any of my weapons which triples their supply, then Putin and his friends must be nice.” I shrugged. “That’s all I ask for. Friendship.”

  She grinned. “Friendship.”

  “I’ll be a friend too and not kill Sasha at his house.”

  “That’s really nice of you.” Still, her fingers tapped as she gazed out of the window. “This is a beautiful city. It’s like Prague in a few ways. That magic is still in the air.”

  “I want you to love it here.”

  She turned to me. “What’s not to love so far? In less than four hours, I’ve seen a castle, been handed credit cards, I’m going to get some men, and…I am killing someone with the country’s president. What do you do on the weekends?”

  Laughter fled my chest. It made it hard to drive. It had been a long time since I’d laughed that way, but I was finding that I laughed more and more with Emily. When she was around, the humor of life was easier to experience.

  I’d had to give her a crash course on my life. I could see that she was overwhelmed, but she took it in well. Watching her walk through the huge halls, I remembered how I felt when I first made my million. I’d been stunned. Mind blown to pieces. It took several months for me to actually get used to the idea of not having to steal or kill for money.

  I drove us onto the Moscow Automobile Ring Road. Everyone called it the MKAD. At over sixty miles, the huge road encircled large parts of Moscow. If Emily wanted to get around in my city, she’d need to get used to being on it.

  Already, I could tell that she was taking note, reading every sign, moving her lips as if she was saying it to herself.

  Intrigued, I asked, “Can you understand some of those signs?”

  “I’m getting a hang of the obvious ones like exit and metro.” She pointed to the sign ahead. “I think that’s…Entrance.”

  “Yes.”

  “Entrance and exit look close.”

  I smiled. “They do.”

  “Eventually, I’ll have to learn the Russian alphabet.”

  “I have ways I can teach you.”

  She smiled. “I’m excited to try those methods out.”

  I gripped the steering wheel hard, wishing I was back in our bedroom and fucking her on the bed. On the train, I’d phoned ahead with strict instructions. They were to throw my old bed out and buy a new one. Not many, but a few women had lay in that bed. This new one would only have memories of us.

  She directed her attention back to the window and took in more of the sights. “Is there a place in Moscow you would be scared to go?”

  The question surprised me.

  “Solntsevo, It’s a neighborhood in northwest Moscow. We zoomed by earlier. It’s named after the Solntsevskaya Brotherho
od. In their way, they’re a powerful clan involved in arms trafficking, money laundering, prostitution, high-level fraud, and legitimate business.”

  “Hmmm.”

  “Why?”

  “If you ever needed to hide, that’s the best place to go.”

  I laughed again. “You’re very funny.”

  She widened her eyes. “I was being serious.”

  “Mysh, I would never need to hide.”

  She rolled her eyes and turned back to the window, but I could still get a sideview of her expression as it changed, noticing the shifting scenery around her. We’d left Oligarch’s Row full of mansions and expensive cars. We’d bypassed the middle classes crowded with families trying to make ends meet. We’d even gone beyond the lower-class neighborhood usually dominated by parents working two jobs each and still not getting by.

  Now we ventured into the darker side of Moscow, where the immigrants and unprotected lived. It was easy to find. The sky appeared cloudier here. Black clouds of smoke hovered over due to the oil plant right in the district.

  Dull, cracked paint covered most of the six-level concrete buildings. The windows had rusted frames and dusty glass. Wet clothes hung on the lines of rope stretching throughout the courtyards. Tattooed knuckleheads stood on the corners, smoking cigarettes and glaring as we drove by. Abandoned cars littered blocks and alleyways. I knew there were many homeless that slept in them. Blankets stuffed a few of the shattered cars’ windows.

  “So, we’re going to the Afro-Russians that you told me about?”

  “Yes.” I rounded the corner where a group of kids stood in front of a trash can set on fire. They warmed their hands to the blaze. “We’re in Kapotnya. It’s in the southeast.”

  The noise of the MKAD pressed right against the district which was one of the reasons the region had been ranked the worst to live in for decades. Even with the windows up, traffic bustled loud outside of the car.

  “In America, I would call this the ghetto.”

  “That’s a fair assessment, mysh. Lots of immigrants, refugees, and people who are so broke, they don’t have pets because they would eat them.”