Page 216 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“Yes.”
“We need to talk to Enrique. This might be our only chance to find the jewels,” Brooks states.
“What will Dmitri do if you don’t bring her?” Brooks asks.
“Hunt me down and drag her back kicking and screaming.”
“Are you saying he won’t stop until he has her?” Sophie asks.
“Exactly.”
“We need to do something,” Mateo states.
“I’m not risking Grace.”
“This is our biggest chance at getting him once and for all. I think we need to think about it,” Brooks suggests.
“No. Grace is not going anywhere near that psycho, and I can’t understand how you can suggest that,” I yell at her family. “We need to come up with a better plan than using Grace as bait. I won’t let her do it.”
“Guess it’s going to be a long night then,” Sophie states.
“What’s going on here?” Grace asks, walking into the living room and seeing us all half asleep as we go through a million and one scenarios.
“Come here, my love,” I say, pulling her onto my lap and cuddling her. “Did you sleep well?”
“Zoe kept me company all night,” she says, her voice sounding groggy from crying all night. “Have you not gone to bed?” she asks, noticing I’m still in the suit I was wearing for our dinner date, minus the jacket.
“This was more important.”
“What is?”
“We are trying to come up with a plan to get to Dmitri and destroy that motherfucker for all of eternity without putting you in the firing line,” Sophie explains.
“What are you talking about?” Grace stares at her sister as if she has no recognition.
“Baby, do you not remember why you went to bed last night?” I ask her gently.
“You had a phone call from him, and it triggered me,” she says softly.
“How do you feel now?”
“Better. I think it was a shock. It caught me off-guard and something about that moment triggered my panic attack,” she explains. “What are you planning?”
“He wants Maxim to bring you to the Russian Ball, which is like the Superbowl for the Bratva,” Sophie explains to her.
“Why do you think he wants me there?”
“Probably to show his bosses that he has a jewel, so they won’t kill him,” I tell her honestly.
“Will Elena be there?”
I brush the hair from her face as I kiss her cheeks, then her nose.
“Probably. She’s a jewel, so that would be two for him to barter his life with.”
“Has he found any other jewels?” she asks.
“He hasn’t updated his notes list in a while,” Damon adds.
