Page 167 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
I’ve just driven past the leaning tower of Pisa. If I weren’t running for my life, I would enjoy the moment a little more. The adrenaline is fading the further I’ve gotten from Maxim and Sergei without being detected by the two of them.
I pull into a gas station, looking for a pay phone. I need to get in contact with my family as soon as possible. Pulling in, in a clearly damaged luxury car grabs people’s attention. Maybe they will take pity on me thinking I’ve been involved in an accident. Stopping the car, I get out and head inside.
“Buongiorno,” I say, the only Italian I know.
The attendant looks at me but says nothing.
“Do you speak English?”
He eyes me suspiciously. Totally get it as he sees the car I’ve driven in with.
“Do you have a telephone I can use?”
He stares at me again, and his gaze drifts to the telephone beside
him, then back to me.
“Please, I’m lost. I need to call my family. I have no money.”
He looks at me blankly. “Blow job?” he asks.
Is he fucking serious? What a fucking creep.
“Fuck you.”
He shrugs. “No phone.”
I stomp out of the shop, jump into my car, and start crying. There’s a tap on the side of the door.
A girl is smiling at me.
“I saw what happened, what an asshole. Here’s my phone, use it, I hope it helps. It looks like you might need it.” She hands it to me, her eyes accessing the luxury car with the shot-out windows.
I can’t believe it. “Thank you, thank you so much,” I say to her as the tears stream down my face. She is a fucking angel in this nightmare.
She smiles, moves away to give me privacy, and waits for me to use it.
I try to remember someone’s phone number, and when it comes to me, I press the numbers on the phone.Come on, come on.
“Hello?”
“Sophie?” Oh my god, it is so good to hear her voice.
“Grace.”
“It’s me, Soph.”
“Oh my god. Brooks, trace this call!” she screams at the mercenary.
“On it,” he calls out in the background.
“I just passed the leaning tower of Pisa. I’m not sure where I am,” I tell her, looking around at the gas station but there aren’t any signs.
“Don’t worry, Brooks will have your location in a couple of minutes. Are you okay? Did you kill Dmitri? she asks, bombarding me with questions.
“I’m fine, I promise.” Just brokenhearted, but they don’t need to know that. They also wouldn’t understand. “Dmitridoesn’t have me. I’ll explain more when we are together. All I know is I’m in Italy.”
“Brooks has your location. He’s getting the jet sorted, then we can
