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That’s when I collapse to the ground and start hysterically crying. I can hear distant police sirens.
“It’s over, Zoe, it’s over,” Mateo repeats as they join me in the sand.
Moments later we are swarmed by police. Thankfully ambulances arrive not much later. I watch as Brooks and the driver are taken away, and I pray they will be okay.
Tomas and Mateo were looked over, and thankfully, it was only a flesh wound from the bullets skimming them.
Enrique walks over to where we are sitting, huddled under blankets, sipping coffee, as the shock of today’s events sinks in.
“Nikolai’s dead, but Dmitri hasn’t been found. If he knows what’s good for him, he will go back to Russia and stay there.”
“What about the girls who got sold?”
His eyes don’t meet mine. “We couldn’t save the other Bratva Jewels. We don’t know where they are, but we have made some arrests and hope they will speak and give us some more information.”
Dammit.
Enrique gives me a smile. “But we were able to find where the Bratva kept all their lower-tiered women. We found many houses filled with them both here in Morocco and back in Spain.”
“At least that is something. Those girls can go home now and start the healing process,” I say sadly.
“You saved them, Zoe. Everything you did today saved those women. Women who have been held against their will for years, some even their entire lives. Please know that I won’t stop until I have found the rest of the jewels for you,” Enrique tells me honestly.
I give him a solemn nod.
Someone calls out to Enrique, and he’s pulled away from us.
“I want to go home,” I tell Tomas and Mateo.
“Home looks a little different since you left,” Tomas says.
“I couldn’t stay in that house without you in it,” Mateo adds.
“Wherever the two of you are is home,” I tell them.
40
ZOE
ONE MONTH LATER
It’s been a month since I was saved.
A month of visits to a psychologist to help me come to terms with what has happened.
A month of nightmares, seeing Nikolai’s face as he slumps to the ground, dead.
A month in which no one has been able to trace the Bratva Jewels.
But it hasn’t been all bad news.
Last night Tomas and Mateo proposed to me. They had decorated the pool area with a thousand and one candles, and a beautiful bouquet of flowers sat in the middle of the table. Both of my men looked sharp, dressed in suits.
My heart was bursting with love looking at them.
“Take a seat, cariño,” Tomas had said, pulling out my chair.
“Would you like some champagne?” Mateo asked, pouring us each one.
