Page 192 of Bratva Jewels Box Set

“You thought fucking wrong,” I say, slamming the phone down.

Maxim: Lose this number.

Grace: No.

Maxim: Yes. Before I block you.

Grace: Don’t. I miss you.

I stare down at those words, and my hand reaches out and rubs the ache in my chest.

Maxim: I miss you too.

Grace: See, that wasn’t so hard was it?

She makes me smile. This woman.

Maxim: The old man shouldn’t have given you this number.

Grace: He’s a romantic at heart.

Maxim: No, he’s an idiot. He’s putting you in danger.

Grace: I trust that you will protect me.

Maxim: Wildcat, how am I supposed to concentrate now that I have you on speed dial?

Grace: You’re a great multitasker. I’m sure you can work it out.

Cheeky little minx.

Maxim: You always did like it when I used my tongue and fingers on you.

Grace: See you can multitask.

My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

Grace: Just a heads-up. Interpol interviewed me this morning.

I still at her words.

Maxim: What the fuck did they want?

Grace: Chill. Enrique is Tomas’ cousin. It wasn’t anything official. I didn’t say anything just confirmed what they knew already.

Maxim: What do they know already?

Grace: That I was in Italy and that the people who took me were Russian.

Maxim: That’s all?

Grace: Yes. I blamed my detox for fuzzy memories.

That’s my girl.

Grace: I’m going to have a sit down with my family this afternoon in the war room, and I’ll let you know what I find out.

Maybe the old man was onto something pooling both of our resources together. We might be able to find these fuckers earlier.