Page 237 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“The CIA is training new kinds of weapons and these weapons are femme fatales.”
The oldest fucking trick in the book. Men will always be swayed by a beautiful woman, and no one suspects a whore to be a killer.
“They told Elena about what you and your father did in the Bratva, they said they would arrest you if she didn’t cooperate with them.”
“Those motherfuckers.”
“You know the drill,” Brooks says.
I shake my head because I know that’s how they recruit people, but when it’s your own flesh and blood, it’s bullshit.
“She has needed to stay near the top for access to the players in whatever way possible. She has her latest hit tonight.”
Grace and I stop dancing as we look around for Dmitri and Elena.
Thankfully they are still here. “Who is it?”
“Dmitri and Ivan Petrov.”
“She’s going after both of them?”
“Yep. My guess, from what she said in the garden, is she’s going to
make it look like Dmitri killed Ivan, then she’s going to kill Dmitri and make it look like revenge from the Bratva. Perfect really.” Brooks laughs.
“And what are we meant to do—let her do it? Do they want us to stop it?”
“I’m pretty sure you don’t want to get in the way of a CIA mission, especially with your reputation,” Brooks adds.
“Then what the fuck are we meant to do?”
“I have a feeling she wants your assistance,” Damon adds.
I look over at my sister. Maybe she does. We can do this together and then escape with her.
Grace shakes her head. I know she’s worried, but this is what I’m trained to do.
“If we do this, Elena is coming back to Ibiza with us,” I say.
“Kind of assumed that,” Brooks states.
“Good. I’m going to have to get Elena alone and work out a plan.”
“Good luck,” Brooks says before going silent.
Grace looks at me. “You’re doing this, aren’t you?”
“It ends tonight, Grace. Do you believe Dmitri’s bullshit about never coming after you?”
“No.”
“Then maybe we should follow the CIA’s plan.”
“Okay.”
“You’re not coming. I need you safe.”
“Dmitri’s not going to let me leave, not until his future is secure.”
