Page 247 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“There’s a second jet on standby, but my orders are to get you back to Ibiza.”
“We can’t leave them, Brooks, we can’t,” I sob.
“I know and we won’t—Damon is searching for them. Don’t forget Max is wearing the GPS. We will find him. But you need to leave. You won’t do Max any good if Dmitri captures you again.”
Sergei stands up but stumbles. “Let me stay.”
“Sorry, old man. You have a nasty gash, and the doctor needs to see you. He’s waiting on the plane. You can’t do anything if you can’t stand up straight. How many fingers?”
I watch as Sergei squints and stares at Brooks’s fingers.
“Three.”
“Wrong, I had four up.”
Sergei grumbles at Brooks in Russian, and I don’t need the fancy
translator to work out what he’s saying. Brooks slides the van’s doors closed and jumps into the driver’s seat. Sergei and I sit in our seats quietly.
When we arrive at the airport, we’re shuttled directly to the plane.
“Here.” Brooks hands me a bag. “Go get changed out of those wet clothes and have a shower, then the doctor will look at you.”
“Thanks.” I take the bag and head to the back of the plane, where there is a bedroom and shower. I lock the door behind me and undress, my fingers shaking. I turn on the shower and perfectly hot water comes out. I let the warm water run over mybody, washing off the mud. Brown water swirls down the drain. I hear the rumble of the jets as the pilots get the plane ready. I wash my hair, getting the sticks and grass out of it. I dress in the airline sweats, and if I’m honest, I do feel better, warmer. My heart is still missing its other part.
I walk back into the main cabin.
Brooks smiles at me. “Feel better?”
I nod, I don’t have the energy for anything else.
“Here.” He places a cup of hot chocolate beside me. Sergei has one too. “Once we are up in the air, you can use the shower, and the doctor will stitch you up,” Brooks tells him.
Sergei just nods and sips his hot drink.
“Can’t we wait five more minutes in case Damon finds them?”
Brooks shakes his head. “I just spoke to Damon. He hasn’t found them yet. We must go, Grace.”
“No!” I scream. “No!” I get up and head to the door, but Brooks’s strong arms catch me, and I’m no match for him. “Please don’t leave them. I
can’t lose him. I can’t lose him, Brooks. We just found each other.” Tears fall down my cheeks as I crumple against him.
“I know, Grace. I get it, but our priority is to get you home safe and sound, okay?”
I thump his chest. “Damn it, Brooks. Find him.”
“We will, I promise. No matter what, we will.”
Two whole weeks I’ve been wandering this earth without my soul mate. Two bodies were found further downstream from where Sergei and I washed up, one male, and one female. Theonly way they could be identified was by dental records, and they were apparently a match for Maxim and Elena.
I don’t believe it.
I never saw his body. Not till I see his cold dead body will I believe that Maxim is gone.
I’ve spent the past two weeks in my bedroom, not talking to anyone, wanting to be left alone. Apparently, the intel Enrique has on Dmitri says he’s taken his uncle’s place in the Bratva as the new boss of Eastern Europe. He has given up his search for the Bratva Jewels now that his life is no longer in danger and has started to collect new ones.
I have no strength to continue fighting Dmitri. He has taken so much from me—he has taken everything—and yet he seems to have gotten everything he has ever desired.
