Page 171 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
I’ve been dismissed.
Grace lays back down and rolls onto her side giving me her back. She pulls the blankets up over her.
Before everything got fucked up, she would have let me slide in beside her. She would have let me comfort her after a bad dream like that. She knew I would protect her. That’s gone.
Getting up, I make my way out of her bedroom and back to mine. I throw my towel aside and grab my sweatpants before getting back into bed. I stare up at the ceiling unable to fall asleep knowing how much pain Grace is in next door and not being able to do anything about it.
The next morning, I wake early and send all the staff home. I don’t want anyone else in the villa except Grace and me. I decide to make our breakfast this morning like I used to do before I fucked everything up. I lay everything out, even grab a rose from the garden and place it in a vase on the table and wait for her to get up and come downstairs.
Grace never comes.
I give up on the cold eggs and bacon, my stomach turning at the thought of them. I slide the plates back into the fridge, maybe she’ll want something later.
Maybe I should go check on her.No. If she wanted to, she would have come down.But I hurt her.Then you need to apologize with more than breakfast and a rose from a garden.This is true. Forgetting about the disaster that was breakfast, I head up to her room and knock on her door.
I’m surprised when she opens it.
She’s drying herself with a towel. “Yes?” she says curtly.
“You didn’t come down for breakfast.”
“Wasn’t hungry.”
“Thought you would have come down.”
“I didn’t realize I had to.”
“You don’t. I had made some for you and wanted to share.”
“I can make my own breakfast when I get hungry. Was that it?”
I nod, not sure what else to say.
Grace then shuts the door in my face.
What the fuck just happened? I stomp back downstairs and run into Sergei.
“Guessing things haven’t gone so well this morning.” He tries to hide his smirk.Asshole.“Women. They can hold a grudge.”
“I’m off to the range, I need to shoot something,” I tell Sergei.
I’ve built a special shooting range in one of the sheds at the back of the property which is built into the side of a mountain. It’s soundproofed, no one would have any idea it’s here. I spend the morning unloading as many rounds into the targets as I can, and I still feel anxious.
Noticing the door open from my peripheral, letting the midday rays of light filter into the dark room, I wait for Sergei to join me. When he doesn’t appear, I turn around and I’m surprised to see Grace standing there. What the hell is she doing here?
I take out my earplugs. “Can I help you?” I ask her.
“Sergei told me you were down here.”
Did he now, fucker. “I needed to let off some steam.”
She nods in understanding. “Could I?”
“Could you what?”
Grace points to the targets. “Do what you’re doing. Letting off some steam.”
I look between Grace and the targets then down to the gun in my hand. I quickly unload it and put the safety on as I place the weapon on the counter before me.
