Page 93 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
I feel for him, I really do. He seems like a good guy, and this is a horrible situation.
“Okay, I’m going to kiss you now.” We lean into each other, and I wrap my hand around his neck and hold him in place.
His hands rest on either side of me and we stay like that for a couple of moments until we break away. His cheeks are flushed as if he really has been kissing me.
I place my hand in his and get up, pulling him through the room, past his father, and out the main door.
One of the guards escorts us down the long corridor and into a lavish bedroom, then closes the door.
We quickly lock it, relaxing as soon as it is shut.
“Would you like a drink?” I ask, heading toward the minibar. I take out two tumblers, fill them with vodka, and hand one to Reece.
He takes it willingly and knocks it back quickly.
“Want another?” I ask, and he nods. I give him mine, and he knocks that back. His cheeks are bright pink. I think the vodka is working. So, I pour him another glass, and he throws that back also. “Are you okay?”
He nods. “I just want to forget what I have seen today.”
I can see the pain etched on his face. “Do you want to talk about it? I mean, we have all night, remember you’re a young stallion.” I try to make light of the situation.
“No, it’s okay, it’s not like you can change anything.”
I put my hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Tell me about your girlfriend?”
He instantly lights up and tells me all about her. How she is the daughter of their housekeeper and someone his father thinks is beneath him. We talk and talk, and he gets progressivelydrunker and drunker. We are both lying in bed. He’s kicked off his shoes, his suit jacket has been thrown haphazardly on the chair, his tie is thrown over the lamp, and he’s rolled the sleeves of his business shirt up.
“Reece.” I turn and hear him snoring ever so lightly. Poor guy, he’s passed out cold. I thank the powers that be that I chose him tonight. I just hope Gracie was as lucky with his father.
I hear a phone message beep, and my eyes notice his phone sitting on the bedside table. My heart starts to pump. Freedom, escape, Tomas, and Mateo. Carefully, I lean over Reece and pick up his phone. I touch it and it lights up. I swipe it, and it asks for a fingerprint to continue.
Shit, shit.
Then I look down to where Reece is snoring, I carefully pick up his thumb and press it against the screen so the phone unlocks. I want to scream with excitement, but I can’t wake him up. I quietly sneak out of the bedroom to the bathroom and dial Tomas’s number. He has his phone plastered to him so he will probably pick it up first. I wait as it rings and rings.Come on, I shout to myself, pleading that someone picks up the phone.
“This is Tomas.” His voice, his deep gravelly voice, answers the phone and my body instantly warms.
“Tomas, it’s me, Zoe,” I whisper into the phone.
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“Zoe? Zoe, is that you?” I can’t believe it. Am I dreaming? The unknown number flashes at me.
“It’s me, but I don’t know if I will have long.” She’s whispering. She’s taking a big risk calling me.
“Are you okay?”
“I wish I was back with you.” I can hear the sadness in her voice.
“Mateo and I are going to get you back, okay? We are coming for you, baby.”
“I don’t know where I am.”
“Let me get Enrique, and he will be able to trace the call.” I rush down the stairs from my office to the living room.
“Zoe’s on the phone, Zoe’s on the phone!” I scream, almost falling down the stairs.
