Page 151 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“When will he be back?”
“I don’t know,” he says gruffly, folding his arms across his chest.
“Can you call him? It’s urgent.”
“No. I can’t.”
“You don’t understand. I need him,” I plead with the old man.
“Might be good if the two of you have some space, don’t you agree?” he states.
Obviously, Sergei and Maxim talk. I don’t think he is his father as they look nothing alike, but he is a father figure to him. Is he his boss? Partner? Bodyguard? Friend?
“Have you spoken to him this morning then?”
He nods.
“Was he okay?”
Sergei shakes his head, indicating no.
Shit.
“If you speak to him before me. I need you to tell him last night wasn’t his fault. I had a panic attack. Some PTSD shit happened at the wrong moment, and I need Maxim to know it wasn’t his fault,” I explain to him, my cheeks burning with embarrassment that I’m explaining to Sergei that it wasn’t Maxim’s fault that I freaked out during sex last night.
“I will pass on the message,” he says coldly.
“I wasn’t snooping I promise,” I tell him.
Sergei shrugs, but his eyes are still narrowed on me, and I know he doesn’t believe me.
“Who’s Elena?”
Sergei stills but doesn’t say anything.
“Was she an ex? Did she die? Did Maxim kill her?”
“Maxim did not kill Elena,” Sergei states, raising his voice.
Judging by that reaction, Elena is dead, but thankfully, Maxim didn’t kill her.
“He had a nightmare about her yesterday by the pool.”
Sergei sighs as he leans against the door. “Elena is, was his sister.”
Oh.
Then my heart breaks remembering how he told me he lost his other sister to drugs.
“She wasn’t an addict like Alexandria?”
Sergei’s eyes widen. “He told you about her?”
“Briefly, he explained why he helped me get off drugs.”
He nods in understanding. “I didn’t realize how much he had told you about his personal life.”
“Because I’m just a job?”
