Page 84 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“I know, I fucking know!” Enrique answers. I can see on his face that he is just as shocked as us.
Tomas pulls me away from his cousin. “What the hell are you doing?”
I throw my hands up and shuffle back to my seat, asking the hostess to bring me a bottle of whatever she has. I can’t stop thinking about Zoe. What are they doing to her? Is she still alive? Is Gracie okay? Fuck, I must call her parents and tell them that we lost their daughters. I let out another roar, frustrated as I kick the seat in front of me repeatedly. I want to rip this plane apart.
“Cariño, stop, please stop.” Tomas grabs me, but I’m too strong for him to have any effect.
“What if we are too late?” I sob.
I can see it in Tomas’s eyes—he is thinking the same thing.
“We pulled your surveillance footage. They were taken from your home this morning around two a.m., and they were both alive,” Enrique says.
“But that was ten hours ago, ten fucking hours.” I punch the seat.
“Calm down, you can’t help her like this.” Tomas rubs my hand in his. “I don’t care how much it costs, we are going to get them back, and we are going to destroy Nikolai Petrov, mark my words.”
Before the car gets to our home, Enrique warns us the scene is confronting. We go through the police blockade and the car stops just inside our gate. We both jump out—no one could ever prepare us for what we see. All along the white pebbles of our driveway are pools of red blood.
“They killed every single security guard,” Enrique informs us.
Blood is everywhere, but thankfully, the bodies have been removed. I don’t think I would be able to cope with seeing those men’s faces. Why kill all these men? What about their families? My heart breaks at the weight of the situation, realizing we are not the only ones who lost people we love today.
We make it inside and I rush toward our room, hoping this is all a horrible dream and that Zoe is lying there waiting for us.
Pushing the door to our bedroom open, I’m met by police taking photos and collecting evidence. The sheets on our bed have been ripped off, and the nightstand is tipped over.
“They fought their attackers,” Enrique informs us. “They drew blood in the main hall. We’re sending it away to be tested.”
I nod at Enrique’s information, but it’s all white noise at the moment.
“You won’t be able to come back here. We are almost done in the bedroom collecting evidence then you can pack and check into a hotel.”
I frown. I don’t want to move to a hotel—Zoe won’t be able to find us if she escapes.
“It’s for the best, Mateo,” Tomas advises.
I nod and let him lead me toward our walk-in closet. My eyes are drawn to all of Zoe’s colorful clothes. I touch the delicate fabric of a dress and it pierces my soul.Where the hell are you?
We move into Tomas’s office and pull up FaceTime then dial Zoe’s parents. We wait and wait for the connection to click through.
“Hello, my beautiful boys. How are you?” Zoe’s mum, Elizabeth, answers.
I burst out crying, I can’t hold it in.
“Honey, what’s the matter?” I can hear the concern in her voice.
But I can’t get the words out.
“Nikolai found Zoe,” Tomas says.
“No, no, not my baby, no.” Elizabeth bursts into tears and the sound rips my heart out.
“They have Gracie as well.”
Elizabeth wails down the line, and her husband rushes in, and when we repeat the news, he stumbles as if someone has sucker punched him.
“What do you need?” He sounds like Tomas, all authoritative and menacing.
