Dirty Flowers – The Lion and the Mouse Read Online Kenya Wright

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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
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“Yes.”

“Then, who is Dr. Stovall examining? Blue?”

David shook his head. “The doctor was taking samples from the gardener.”

I raised my eyebrows. “What sort of samples?”

David cleared his throat. “The doctor pulled out this long stick with a thin swab on the end and then. . .”

“Yes?”

“It looked like he stuck it in the hole of the gardener’s penis.”

I stared at David, waiting for him to explain more.

When he didn’t, I glared. “David?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I am now very confused.” I looked around as if something in the room could give me an answer. “My mouse gets checked by the doctor this morning. Then, she has the gardener’s penis checked?”

“That is my understanding.”

I grabbed the knob, opened the door, and headed away.

I didn’t know what was going on, but my mouse and the gardener’s penis was never to be in the same line of questioning. I didn’t even want to think too much of what could be going on because I didn’t want to kill David or any staff member that happened to stumble by. And I definitely didn’t want to yell at my mouse without having the full picture.

But. . .

No. It’s not that. My mouse is loyal and smart. She would never. It will all make sense.

David got to my side.

I stormed down the hall. “First, we go to the gardener because my mouse is clearly playing some sort of game today—”

“We cannot.”

I growled. “Why not?”

“The gardener was rushed off the property.”

I stopped and turned to him. “What?”

“After Dr. Stovall’s examination, Giorgio and several of Harlem Crew rushed the gardener and Dr. Stovall away.”

I sneered. “But, do you have men on them?”

“Of course.”

My nerves flared. “Where are they now?”

“Airport.”

“My mouse is trying to get him out of Moscow?”

“Actually, she’s trying to get him out of Russia.”

No. Don’t think it. There’s a reason for this.

Rage coursed through me. “Do you know where the gardener’s plane is heading?”

David nodded. “They bought him a one-way ticket to Santiago, Chile.”

“South America?” I widened my eyes. “So, she’s trying to get him as far away from this continent as possible.”

Far away from me. . .

Whatever the mystery was, it wasn’t looking good for the gardener’s innocence in this situation. I knew my mouse well and never did she want me to kill someone.

And if she thought I was going to take the gardener’s life, then it meant that he had done something to her or my son.

Sneering, I fisted my hands at my side.

And she got the gardener’s penis checked? Nothing about that can be good at all.

David wiped beads of sweat off his face. Clearly, his thinking was going down the same lane my brain was going.

I put my attention back on David. “Men are sitting with him at the gate?”

“They are. Five Harlem Crew soldiers and Giorgio. They purchased tickets to sit with him, but none of them checked bags or looked to be going anywhere.”

“They just want to make sure he gets on the plane.”

“I believe so.”

“Any more tickets available?”

“No, sir.” David gave me a sad smile. “While you were talking with Misha, I bought the rest of the seats up on the flight. We also have ten men dressed in casual clothing and heading to the airport. They will be waiting at the gate too.”

I let out a long breath. “David.”

“Yes, Kazimir.”

“You deserve a raise, promotion, and a long vacation.”

“I do.”

“Back to the gardener.”

“He will get on the plane. I do not know how far Harlem Crew will take things, but I doubt they will take it as far as still being on the plane during take-off. I am sure Giorgio will definitely get off the plane.”

“They will probably walk the gardener on, watch him buckle up, and then head away.”

“Then, our people will grab the gardener and sneak him off without the mouse knowing.”

I placed my hand on David’s shoulder. “You do that and bring this gardener back to the property, but hide him in the cells below the house.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

I patted his shoulder and walked away. “Good.”

David returned to my side.

I ran my fingers through my hair. “Also, have someone grab Dr. Stovall. I want to talk to him.”

“Once he took the samples from the gardener, Dr. Stovall disappeared from Moscow. I cannot find him anywhere. His wife is gone too.”

Very smart, mysh.

I picked up my stride. “Where’s my mouse?”

“She left.”

“Left the property?!” I walked faster.

“Blue explained that Baba, Paolo, and her went to a surprise orchestra concert. Apparently, she left several bottles of breast milk with Olga to care for Emilio, and there’s twenty men from Harlem Crew guarding the outside of his nursery.”

I spoke through clenched teeth, “A surprise fucking orchestra?”

“Yes. However, I had our team hack into the ticket purchases. There is an orchestra concert being held for children by the Moscow Philharmonic Society at the Tchaikovsky Concert Hall right now.”



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