Page 164 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
hell they would leave each other, no way.”
Sergei places a calming hand on my good shoulder. “You need to
talk to Dmitri. Apparently, she’s friendly with him.”
My stomach sinks. There’s no way in hell Elena would be friends with a man like him.
“Call him. Clear this up.”
I look down at the photo, remembering my last call with Dmitri and the woman’s voice. Could that be the reason I started having nightmares again?
An uneasy feeling settles over me. Flashes of my sister Elena filter into my mind. She’s been gone for four years, and I try to keep memories of her alive, but it wasn’t until I heard that woman’s voice that I realized I couldn’t remember what she sounded like. I shake the uneasy feeling away. I would give anything to see her again, see both my sisters again. My parents were devastated by Elena’s death. They lost my youngest sister, Alexandra, to drugs. Then a year later, Elena was washed away at sea, presumed drowned. My sisters’ deaths ripped my family apart, especially happening so close together. It was cruel and unfair, and my parents were never the same again.
They divorced a year after Elena’s death, going their separate ways, and haven’t spoken to each other since. Shit, they hardly even speak to me anymore. Dad’s still running with the Bratva inRussia, and Mom, well, she’s married some rich guy who lost his wife and now has a new family to love.
The picture in my hands was taken not long before Alexandra died. I run my fingers over my sisters’ faces, the ache in my chest returning. I allow myself this moment to let grief consume me before I put the photo back in the desk drawer, along with their memories.
Then I pull out my phone and call Dmitri.
Sergei gives me a small reassuring smile as I put the phone on speaker.
“Max.” Dmitri picks up the phone as if we are old buddies.
I take a couple of calming breaths.
“What can I do for you? How’s my Gracie going? Hope she isn’t causing you any problems. If she does, tie her up and spank her, the bitch loves it.”
My body stills, my hand curls into a fist and I’m seconds away from murdering this fucker.
Sergei places that same calming hand on my shoulder and gives me a tight squeeze.
Focus, Max.
“You don’t need to worry about Grace. I have her under control.”
“That’s my man. That bitch is great in bed, isn’t she? I told you.” He chuckles.
“We’re not here to chat, Dmitri. We have some intel on one of the jewels,” Sergei says, cutting in for me.
“Sergei, my man. That’s great. Give it to me. These bitches are like searching for a needle in a haystack.” The fucker laughs again as if we are all old friends.
I’m going to take great pleasure in murdering this man.
“We’ve found the location of a jewel named Emerald.”
The line goes quiet, but I can hear Dmitri’s breathing pick up. Then he says hesitantly, “Oh, yeah?”
“I heard that she wasn’t far from you.”
“Really, where?”
Sergei types Dmitri’s phone number into my computer system and
it takes seconds to pinpoint his location.
The fucking little scum bag is in ... “London.”
I hear Dmitri swallow. “Damn, I am so close. I’m in Paris. She’ll probably be gone by the time I get there. So close, yet so far.” He chuckles nervously.
