Page 203 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“It’s hard for me to tell you all. I’ve changed. Everything’s changed.”
“Sophie, do you agree to no judgment if Grace tells us what she’s hiding?” Mackenzie questions our sister.
“Of course. Circle of trust. Sister bonds and all that crap. I would never judge you,” Sophie adds.
Take the risk, Grace. You know you’re dying to tell them. “If you say a word to anyone. Zoe, that means your boys. Sophie, that means anyone who is on the case. And, Kenz, do not tell Mum. If you do, I’m gone. One phone call and I can disappear,” I warn my sisters.
Zoe gasps as does Mackenzie, and Sophie’s eyes narrow on me.
“I was sent home for my own safety. If you talk about it then I’m no longer safe.”
“Dramatic much?” Sophie pipes in.
I throw my hands in the air.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Sophie, shut the hell up. This is what we’re talking about,” Mackenzie snaps at her. “Grace, you can tell me another time if you don’t want this one to hear.”
“Sorry, I was trying to lighten the mood, but now I see I was wrong,” Sophie mumbles, looking well chastised.
“I’ve fallen in love with the man that kidnapped me.”
You could hear a pin drop in the room.
“What the fuck, Grace?” Sophie is the first to speak, and her reaction is exactly what I thought it would be.
“Shut the fuck up, Sophie,” Zoe pipes in.
Sophie’s jaw drops, and she crosses her arms defensively.
“How? I don’t get the mechanics of it?” Mackenzie asks.
“It wasn’t instant, it happened gradually. First, it was the way he held my hair every single day as I threw up in the toilet and all over him as I detoxed. Then it was the little things like making me breakfast in the morning. It wasn’t really one defining moment, it just grew organically in a weird way. It also helped he looks like a fucking God.”
“Seriously, you get kidnapped by a supermodel, and I can’t get a man to take me on a second date?” Mackenzie grumbles.
“I fell in love with two bisexual men who found me half dead at their gate. I think falling for your kidnapper isn’t that far of a stretch from my story,” Zoe adds, giving me a reassuring smile.
We all turn to look at Sophie who is twitching in her spot. “Is he really hot or did you have Stockholm Syndrome glasses on,” Sophie jokes as she bursts out laughing breaking the tension in the room.
“Yeah, I want to see this kidnapper, and does he have a friend?” Mackenzie jokes, which makes us all groan. “What? That’s too far, but Sophie’s joke wasn’t?”
I take my phone and swipe through the photos. There is only one that is safe to share with them. Before I turn the phone around, I give them all one last warning, especially Sophie. “Please do not use this to track him down or do any detective work.”
“I promise. I truly do mean it, babe.”
Then I flip the phone around and show them.
“This is a joke, isn’t it? That isn’t the guy that kidnapped you?” Mackenzie asks.
“He’s hot,” Zoe adds.
“High five, Gracie,” Sophie says.
“Seriously, that guy is real?” Mackenzie questions me.
“Yeah.”
“I’m destined to remain single. Real men don’t look like that,” she says, shaking her head which makes us all laugh.
