Page 83 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“There’s no answer.”
My blood turns cold. “We need to go, Tomas. Something’s wrong, I can feel it.” Grabbing my stuff, I whisper, “Family emergency,” to my agent and he nods, letting me go.
Tomas is still on the line. “I know. I’ll get the jet organized.”
“If something has happened to her, Tomas …” I let the words hang between us.
“I know, cariño, I know.” Then he hangs up.
I throw my arm out to hail a taxi and head to the airport as quickly as I can.Zoe, we’re coming for you.
I keep calling Zoe all the way to the airport, but there’s still no answer.
When I finally make it to the private airport, I see Tomas pacing back and forth, running his hand through his hair. Then I see his face, and it’s pale as a ghost.
Shit!
I rush to him, and he wraps his arms around me, forgetting we are in public. His whole body sags against mine.
“What’s happened?”
Tomas is silent. He won’t look at me as he stays wrapped in my arms.
“Look at me.”
Finally, he lifts his head and his eyes are glassy.
“No, No.” I push him away. “No,” I keep saying repeatedly. “Not our Zoe, not our Zoe!” I cry.
Tomas tries to comfort me, but I push him away again.
I can’t, I just can’t deal with his touch in this moment.
His red-rimmed green eyes stare at me, then he turns away, my rejection stinging. He climbs the stairs of our jet.
With leaden legs, I follow him and take my seat, the silence between us growing with each moment.
“We will find her. I promise we will fucking find her.” Tomas’s voice breaks with emotion even though his face looks like stone.
He doesn’t deserve me turning in on myself at this moment, we are a partnership, and we need to handle this together.
I climb over the chair and squeeze into the seat with him, wrapping my arms around him. “I know you will find her.” I let his strength soothe me.
He pulls a blanket over us as I sink further into his embrace.
“Enrique is going to be here soon, he’s coming back with us,” Tomas tells me softly.
I nod, my body slowly deflating.
The hostess hands me a crystal tumbler. I throw back the amber liquid, and it warms my throat, instantly calming me.
“Thanks for holding the plane,” Enrique says as he rushes on board.
When I see him my blood boils. I jump up out of my chair and grab him, pushing him up against the wall.
“Mateo!” Tomas yells at me.
“You fucking lost them. You told us he was in Russia. You fucking lost them!” I scream in his face, shaking him.
