Page 63 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
The sun is shining through the windows, and it’s blinding. I stretch, roll over, and reach out for Zoe, but the bed is empty.
She’s not there.
Sitting up, I see the space where she was is empty. Then I notice her overnight bag is gone.
No.
She wouldn’t, would she?
Fuck!
“Tomas, wake up. Zoe’s gone,” I shout as I jump up out bed, my mind in a panic. Where the hell has she gone? Does she have money?
“She’s gone?” Tomas asks groggily as he rubs his eyes.
“Yes. Get the fuck up,” I scream at him as I run down the hallway.
I screech to a stop at the smell of bacon filtering through the home.
Tomas runs straight into me nearly pushing me over.
We round the corner and there in the kitchen is Zoe. Relief fills every inch of my body seeing her still here. She didn’t run, she stayed.
Tomas’s hand rests on my shoulder as if he can read my thoughts.
It’s going to be okay.
Zoe turns around and sees us standing there, staring at her, she gives us a small smile.
“I couldn’t leave. I tried but I just couldn’t,” Zoe starts as tears run down her cheeks.
Tomas and I rush toward her and pull her into our arms. We stay like that for a long time as relief rushes over all of us.
Zoe moves away from us to grab the bacon which is burning away on the cooktop. She wipes the tears from her eyes before turning off the cooker.
“I wanted to make you both breakfast. To say sorry for ever thinking of leaving.”
“All I care about is that you are here and didn’t run,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and kissing her head.
“Need me to take anything out?” Tomas asks.
Zoe plates the bacon and hands him the plate. “That was the last of it, the rest is all out there.”
Taking her hand in mine, too scared to let go of her in case she changes her mind and wants to run again, we make our way out toward the pool area where Zoe had set up in the cabana just like we had done for her, that first night we all slept together.
Tomas places the plate of bacon down on the table beside the eggs, a platter of fruit, a pot of coffee, and juices.
The food smells delicious, and I’m starving as we take our seats and begin serving each other. We sit in relative silence for a couple of moments as we eat, none of us wanting to dive into the conversation we know we should be having.
“Let me start off by saying, I’m sorry, Zoe. I’m sorry for accusing you of being planted here,” Tomas states.
Zoe places her cutlery down and wipes her face before turning her attention to Tomas. “I can see the connection between what has happened to you in the past with these people and then finding out my connection to them. I think most people would be thinking the same way as you did. Please know that I wasn’t sent by them to trap you. It truly was a crazy coincidence,” she says, reaching out and giving Tomas’s hand a squeeze.
“Maybe fate brought you to us so that we could solve both problems together,” I add.
Zoe turns her attention to me. “You might be right. Maybe I was meant to be found by the two of you. That you might be the ones to help me.”
I think she might be right. “How do you feel about finding out who you are?”
