Page 78 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

My entire body tenses when the man standing behind him draws a gun and points it at my brother.No. Run Grigor.Escape.

The man.

Radmir. Tall, muscular, light brown hair and a shadow of a beard.

The man I know so well… but I don’t know at all. Looking at this video reminds me that he has another side to him. A side I’ve never met.

I clench my jaw and sit rigidly, confusion soaking through my heart.

Renat pauses the video before it gets too gory and I silently thank him for not leaving me with that image.

I’m crying as he clicks play on the other video.

A video of Radmir in one of his warehouses, pointing and giving instructions to some of his workers. This video is much clearer. His face makes my heart break. I hurt him so badly.

“What do you want from me?” I ask weakly, not understanding the point of any of this.

“Pay attention, Jade. Roman worked hard to find this video for me,” he complains, pointing at the lower corner of the screen on the video of my brother and Radmir.

I read out the small numbers imprinted on the footage—the date and time.

“And?” he snaps.

I look at the other video and read out the same date and time.

A minute apart.

“And?” he says impatiently.

“And… it wasn’t Radmir,” I whisper as a cold sweat runs over me. “It couldn’t have been Radmir.”

I squint at the man standing over my brother on the paused screen. His height, build and features all resemble Radmir, but the video is too grainy to say without doubt that it’s actually him.

I sit, dumbfounded, staring at the screen.

I don’t know what to say. I’m overwhelmed by confusion. What does this mean? Radmir did not kill my brother. But who did?

The Enzo family was wrong when they told us who it was, I can see why they made the mistake though, the man looks so much like him.

I chew at my lip, narrowing my eyes, drawing a blank, stalled in my thoughts.

Next to me Renat sighs loudly and when I look up at him he rolls his eyes. Does he always have to be such an asshole? Although, he hasn’t killed me which I’m grateful for.

He slides a picture across the desk and lets it sit in front of me.

A picture of a man who might resemble Radmir in a blurry video, with the same hair and angular jaw, the same height and bulky muscles, but his eyes are dead and cold. He isn’t good-looking. He looks rough and mean and his face has a thick scar running from his forehead to his chin.

“Who is this?” I mutter, not able to tear my eyes from the picture. It sends cold shivers down my spine just looking at him.

“John Grecko. A killer for hire. He has been working in the industry for decades.Thisis the man who killed your brother, Jade. Andthisis who he was working for.” He slides another piece of paper in front of me.

It’s proof of payment. The letterhead is familiar. I’ve seen it before, long ago on my uncle's desk before he passed away, back when my family and the Enzos came into alliance. The familiar emblem of the Enzo family.

The letterhead is stamped with that same emblem. The crest of the Enzo family and when my eyes scan across the page I can quickly see it is proof of payment for a large sum of money, made to John Grecko. The man in the photo.

“They paid him?” I mutter, more to myself than Renat.

“Look at the date of payment.”

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