Page 243 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“He’s pinning this on you, Max.” Elena looks at me, worried.
“I know. We made it too easy for him.” I punch the seat in front of me.
“The entire Bratva is going to be after you,” Elena says as she leans back against the leather seats, her chest heaving.
I click my seatbelt in and try to calm down.
“You need to kill him,” Grace says
“He has protection now,” Elena adds.
“I want that man dead! We were supposed to be safe if we helped him. My family was supposed to be safe.” Grace bursts into tears.
I pull her against my chest, trying to soothe her. Tonight has been too much for her.
“The jet is on standby. We are leaving now. Rendezvous in thirty minutes,” Brooks says into my earpiece.
We’ll be in the dark now until we make it to that plane.
“Sergei, is the car fully stocked?”
“Of course, like you asked.”
I pull open the drawer underneath the seat, which houses an array
of guns.
“Holy shit!” Grace gasps.
“Yes.” Elena smiles, picking up my SIG handgun and cocking it.
I hand my Beretta to Grace, who looks horrified.
She shakes her head. “I can’t shoot this.” She points to the gun, not
touching it.
“We trained at my range, remember? You were a good shot with it.”
“And then we fucked. That’s what I remember about the day.”
Elena and Sergei try to stifle their laughter, but Grace is still freaking out.
“You’ve got this, Grace. I need you to be armed,” I say, trying not to
freak her out, but a shit storm is about to come down on us, and I need her to be ready.
“Okay,” she says hesitantly, taking the gun from me.
I remind her to take the safety off. At the sound of the click she transforms, and I see her get into kick-ass mode.
I pull out my M24 and have my trusty Glock sitting in its holster. I take off my jacket so it doesn’t get in the way.
Sergei looks into his rearview mirror. “We have company.”
“Grace, move into the middle. Take your heels off in case we have to run.”
She crawls over me.
