Page 70 of Dirty Pleasures


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Who is that?

Loudly sighing, he quickly tucked the phone back into his pocket and took a long drag from his blunt.

Lemon came out on the back porch and stood on my right. “Hello, Emily. Our people confirmed that the Lion stopped by the hotel to grab his sister and more men.”

I didn’t turn her way. “Now they’re off to deal with the Alligator Don?”

“Correct.”

“Cool.” For some reason, I continued to study Max.

I swear on everything that something had been off with him since he returned from Italy. And the fact that he wouldn’t let me know what happened with Ufuoma told me that some really fucked up shit had gone down.

Lemon spoke, “Blue also delivered information and pictures on her progress in Moscow. They have a few leads, but not a definite suspect. Would you like me to read it to you?”

“No.” I watched Max. “I’ll check it later.”

He blew smoke into the air and gazed at the newly appearing stars.

I knew that look—the furrowing of the brows and the slight clench of the jaw.

He’s worried about something.

While it could have been about my healing, I knew it wasn’t.

What’s gnawing at his heart? And who do I need to kill so he can get peace?

Dark curiosity twisted within my core, and because I’d been in the zone for these past days. . .I knew that dark curiosity wasn’t me.

It was Lunita.

Even she knows something is wrong with Max.

“Also,” Lemon added. “When I had our men do a search around the perimeter of this property, we discovered the Butcher’s men in their cars and monitoring our visit.”

For the second time, Max’s phone must have buzzed because he took it out and read the message on the screen.

The person sent a text since you didn’t answer.

He let out a long breath, closed his eyes, and then put the phone back in his pocket.

I turned to Lemon. “Are we sure it is the Butcher’s men and not Rafael’s?”

Lemon nodded. “When we put guns on them, my phone rang and the Butcher spoke on the other end.”

I smirked. “That is so J.P. I bet he had Louis watching from a satellite or something. What did the Butcher say to you?”

“He explained that his men were there to monitor and help whenever necessary. He also explained that he didn’t think the Lion would do a good job of not killing anyone in New Orleans, and he wanted to avoid that as much as possible.”

“Everybody better leave my baby alone.” I shook my head and placed my gaze back on Max. “Kaz will not kill anybody this trip.”

Finally, the phone must have vibrated a third time because Max cursed and had it back out of his pocket.

What the fuck? I would have Misha spy on him for me, but he wouldn’t do that to his homey.

I tightened my hold on the railing.

Max stared at the glowing screen. Whatever it was, it had shaken him, pierced the armor he was trying to carefully maintain since he had returned to me.

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