Page 29 of Dirty Pleasures


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He turned back to the window and swept his curious gaze over everything. “New Orleans.”

You’re just like your father was at your age. Always so curious and excited.

We continued down the narrow streets. Wrought-iron balconies teemed with a wild mix of greenery. Colorful buildings—most of them two and three stories high—stood at odd angles.

It must have been crazy for Paolo to leave the snowy streets of Moscow and arrive here. I was sure he had never seen anything like it.

Paolo tapped at the window. “Pretty.”

“Very pretty.”

“I want.”

“You want to see it?”

Paolo bobbed his head. “Yes.”

“When I have time, I will take you around.”

Paolo’s face brightened with excitement, and I swore my soul lit up too. I made a mental note to make sure Paolo and I spent time out in New Orleans together.

Pavel. . .can you see this?

The SUV purred smoothly along the asphalt, leaving the echoes of the city behind.

Then, gradually, the urban scenery gave way to the outskirts.

Even more intrigued, Paolo leaned his head toward the window. His gaze darted here and there.

How far is Delphine from the city?

We crossed over onto a big highway.

She must be out in the swamps.

The scenery shifted dramatically. Fields of sugar cane, green and gold in the midday sun, reached out as far as the eye could see.

We passed small, weathered houses, some adorned with crawfish nets and rusty bikes. This was certainly a much slower-paced way of life than our day-to-day in Moscow.

And how is my mouse and son?

I turned to the love of my life. Emilio slept in her arms with his mouth open. Although passed out, he nuzzled against her breasts as if still yearning for the comfort of her milk.

Sorry, son. You have your wet nurses. That milk is now mine.

I placed my view on her face.

Worry decorated every inch. She seemed to be looking out at the landscape rushing by us, yet I had been around her long enough to know that her mind was somewhere else.

Dread sparked at my core.

Loving her had shown me that in many ways I was powerless. Right now, I yearned to kill the problem keeping her mind scattered.

But it wasn’t a man or thing that I could physically destroy.

It was inside of her.

It was pain.

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