Page 231 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“Oh my god, Diamond.” She pulls me into her arms, hugging me tightly. “I can’t believe you’re engaged; this is—this is amazing.”
When she pulls away, she is crying.
“Hey, what’s the matter?”
“I’m so happy for you, after everything.”
“Thank you,” I say, unsure.
“But how are you going to leave the jewels? The Bratva is not going to let you go.”
“I know, we haven’t thought that far yet, not until ...” Fuck it, I’m telling her. “Not until you come with us.”
She looks shocked, and her emerald eyes narrow.
“Why would I come with you?” Her voice is tense.
“Because I know who you are, Elena.”
“What the hell are you doing, Grace?” Brooks growls in my ear.
Elena stands up abruptly and starts pacing. She looks anxious.
“How? How do you know about me?”
“I saw your photo at Maxim’s place.”
She roars in frustration. “Shit, shit, shit!”
I don’t mean to laugh because it’s not a funny situation, but how
can she not realize Maxim knows who she is?
“You haven’t changed that much.”
She looks at me, and I can see the confusion on her face.
“He knows it’s me, doesn’t he?” I nod.
“Fuck.” She paces again. “I thought he wouldn’t put two and two together.”
“He knows who you are and seeing you with Dmitri ... it’s killing him.”
“There’s so much going on, Diamond, so much.”
“My name’s Grace, and you can trust me. I mean, we’re practically family.”
She stops her pacing and looks at me. “You are, too.” A smile widens across her face. “I’m glad that in this fucked-up world, he was able to find someone.”
“I’m glad I found him, too.”
Elena grabs my hands. “I can see that you love my brother. I want to tell you, Grace, I do, but ...” She lets go of my hands and paces again as though she remembers something. She digs in her bag and pulls out a notepad and pen. She starts scribbling on it, turns the notebook over, and points to her chest as I read the paper.
CIA.
Oh, shit!
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