Page 207 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“And you don’t have feelings for him?” Zoe asks.
“We’re better off as friends.” Sophie shrugs.
“Friends that bang?” Mackenzie chuckles.
Sophie shakes her head. “It’s been a while since I’ve been laid so maybe I need to rethink my stance on just friends.”
The conversation continues, catching up on stories from us
growing up, reliving past arguments, filling each other in on our lives after we all left home. Then we played a very heated game of Never Have I Ever, and I found out my sisters are way kinkier than I thought. This is exactly what I needed. Finally, it’s late, and we’ve had an intense 90s jam session and are exhausted and drunk.
“Now that we’re drunk enough, are you going to tell us more about your sexy kidnapper?” Sophie asks.
I’m drunk enough so probably. “What do you want to know?”
“What does he really do for a living?” Sophie presses.
“You’re not going to let it go, are you?”
She shakes her head.
“Do you all promise to not freak out?” I look at all my sisters.
They all drunkenly nod their heads.
“He’s an assassin.”
My sisters’ faces say it all.
“He kills people for a living?” Sophie shrieks.
“And Brooks doesn’t?” I bite back.
Sophie stills. “He’s protecting his clients. Not taking money from the highest bidder to knock someone off.”
“That sounds judgmental, Sophie,” Mackenzie says drunkenly waggling her finger.
“He doesn’t kill women or children,” I argue.
“And that makes it all right?” Sophie yells.
“He’s an assassin with a moral compass,” Mackenzie adds.
Sophie frowns. “This isn’t one of your romance books, Kenzie.”
She flips her off.
“It’s bad guys he’s killing. Scum of the world’s underbelly,” I explain.
“He’s like Robin Hood,” Zoe chimes in.
“He could have killed you at any moment, Grace,” Sophie stammers.
“But he didn’t,” I try to reassure her. “You have no idea how many times I tried to escape once I was better. One day I ran through the vineyards …”
“Vineyards?” Zoe asks.
“Yeah, we were in Tuscany …”
