Dirty Wars – The Lion and The Mouse Read Online Kenya Wright

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Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
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David and I gave no response.

What the hell were we supposed to do? Not everyone had his ability to yell at Kazimir or Emily.

Maxwell continued, “And I know they’re not fucking in there because you would have just said that.”

David and I exchanged awkward glances.

Maxwell crossed his arms over his chest. “Plus, we know Em can’t be silent when she fucks to save her life. I would have heard her screaming out ‘Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!’ And the Lion would have been grunting like a fucking animal—”

“You need to go to your suite until they’re done.” David frowned. The lust from earlier left his eyes. Now only that alpha glare filled his gaze. “Welcome back.”

Maxwell sneered. “And if I don’t go to my suite?”

Can we just take this down a bit?

I rolled my eyes. “Maxwell, you just got back. There’s been a lot going on these past days. It’s been really rough.”

“You’ve had some rough days?” A loud delirious laugh left him.

I inched back.

He yelled, “Did you have to run from a flame thrower, and make sure your foot didn’t get blown up by Vietnam-war era explosives in a front yard?!”

Flame thrower? Vietnam? What?

Max raised his hands in the air and wagged them around. “Imagine being stuck in a fucking pit with skeletons floating around in the cold rain and then being baptized in deer blood by a butt-naked priest who prays to an eagle!”

David and I exchanged odd looks again.

Okay. He’s been smoking something crazy.

Maxwell continued, “And don’t even get me started on the Voodoo Queen and the incestuous grandparents.”

“Al-right.” David held up his hands. “You’re really high right now. Blue is going to take you downstairs to get some water—”

“I’m not high.” Maxwell pointed at the door. “What are they doing in there?”

Anger spread across David’s face. He spoke through clenched teeth, “I don’t know.”

“But you have an idea.” Maxwell looked at me. “What did they take in there? A map? Popcorn and a movie? A spaceship? Come on, Blue. Help me out.”

Damn it.

I let out a long breath. “They took four guys in there. Italians.”

In that moment, Jean-Pierre stepped up. “They took four Italians into that room for questioning?”

“Naw.” Maxwell shook his head. “If they were questioning them or having a meeting, then their number ones would be in there too.”

David gritted his teeth. “Kazimir said that his Mouse needed to blow off some steam, so they took the men in there with some of the Lion’s tools.”

Maxwell frowned. “What tools?”

David pursed his lips.

We might as well tell him. He’s not going to let this go.

I muttered, “Knives, saws, flame torch.”

Maxwell widened his eyes. “Say what now?”

David nervously ran his fingers through his hair. “We are not to disturb them.”

Jean-Pierre quirked his brows. “They’re torturing four Italians for fun?”

Now next to the Butcher, Giorgio looked at me. Judgement hit his eyes.

Really, Butler? You helped bring men into the room too.

I looked away.

David spoke, “I was told to not let anyone in until they were done. . .doing whatever they are doing.”

Maxwell opened the button of his jacket.

I tensed, spotting his guns in their holsters.

“What are you doing?” David asked.

“Move so I can go in there.”

David frowned. “Are you serious right now, Maxwell?”

“If it were just the Lion’s sick ass slicing and dicing, I wouldn’t care, but Em in there is a no-go. Do you understand me?”

I gave him a sad smile. “I know that you want to protect the Mouse but—”

“Protect the Mouse?” Maxwell’s voice shrieked. “I’m trying to protect us all!”

What?

I widened my eyes.

Maxwell’s voice rose. “Because if you let Em playfully torture dudes then it’s a guarantee that Dark Em is going to come out and no one wants that shit.”

Jean-Pierre looked at him. “Dark Em?”

“You don’t even want to know, man.”

David stirred. “Listen, Maxwell. I can’t—”

“You will.” Maxwell placed his hand close to the gun in his jacket. “You know that I fuck with you, David. Honestly, I have nothing but respect for you. Don’t make this a thing between us. I would hate for Baba to have to buy flowers for your casket.”

David scowled.

Then all the French pulled out their guns and pointed them at David’s and my head. Even Giorgio had his gun out, but it targeted David.

What the. . .?

No one had instructed them to do so. This made me wonder if they had done it for Maxwell.

How cool has Maxwell gotten with the Corsican?

Meanwhile, Maxwell didn’t notice. “Just step aside, man.”

Shockingly, Jean-Pierre placed his hand on Maxwell’s shoulder as if they were very close friends. “That won’t be necessary, Maxwell.”

“It won’t?” Maxwell glanced over his shoulder and finally saw what had occurred behind him. “There we have it.”

Umm. . .

Maxwell shrugged. “Now you two have the excuse of saying that the Butcher and I barged in. You were forced to step aside.”



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