Page 194 of Bratva Jewels Box Set

“Are you naked in bed?” she comes right out and asks me.

Tilting the screen down, I show her that I’m wearing my sweats and that something is starting to twitch to life thanks to hearing her voice.

“Look, he’s happy to see me too.” She giggles and the lightness in her voice washes over me, taking the day’s troubles with it.

“He misses you too.”

“I miss him too.” She grins.

“What are you wearing?” I ask her.

She tilts the screen down, and I cover my mouth with my fist as the screen scans down her body, showing me she’s sitting on her bed in nothing but a pair of black or navy lace lingerie. Does this woman want me to kidnap her again? How dare she tease me like that when I can’t touch her.

“Wildcat,” my tone is gruff.

“Wanted to give you an incentive to come back for me.”

“You never have to worry about that, sweetheart, you can’t escape me. There is no place on this earth that I wouldn’t hunt you down to make you mine again and again.” I growl as I palm my aching cock.

“I’ve missed that dirty mouth,” she coos, running her hand down her body.

“And I’ve missed that pretty little cunt. Now show me what I’m missing.”

It takes us a week to hack into all of Dmitri and Nikolai’s networks. What I wasn’t expecting was to find years and years of footage of him with girls. Images of him torturing them, forcing them, humiliating them. I’ve done some fucked up shit, but this takes the cake, I’ve never been evilly depraved.

What tipped me over the edge was finding the folder labeled ‘Diamond’. I knew I shouldn’t have clicked on it because now I cannot unsee the things that monster did to Grace. My fucking Wildcat. The love I feel for that woman has doubled with the fact that after everything she’s been through, all that messed up shit, she still let her walls down for me. She let me, another monster into her heart. I don’t deserve her or her love, but I am going to make sure I give her the best fucking life she deserves, and maybe one day, I will feel deserving of her love.

The further we search on the computers and the cloud, the more images we find of the jewels. Least now we know what each one of them looks like and we are able to run their faces through the missing persons databases. We might even get luckyscanning them through facial recognition security systems of each country to get a hit on where they might be.

There’s a folder named ‘Sapphire’. I click on it and that’s where I find Grace’s sister Zoe. Nikolai did some messed up shit to that girl, and he’s fucking lucky that he’s already dead because he would be if I got my hands on him.

“This is fucked up, Max,” Sergei says, shaking his head.

We were led to believe these girls were there because they wanted to be, that they chose this supposed glamourous life. Judging by these videos, these women were trained to take anything the men dished up with nothing but a smile on their faces.

I feel sick.

I want to kill every one of the fuckers in the videos for what they did to these women. Getting their rocks off when they knowingly knew these girls were trafficked. Did it make them feel powerful having women as gorgeous as these letting them do anything they wanted to them? I hate myself for being a part of something like this. That I didn’t investigate it more. What’s even more shocking is the detailed catalog they created for every single jewel, even down to the days and times they were kidnapped and from where. The time of death and how they died. Guess they thought encrypting the folders in a cloud meant no one could hack into them. They were so fucking wrong.

“Max.” Sergei stills, switching his computer screen to the big screen.

I see a folder marked ‘Emerald’. Opening that folder turns my world upside down. There staring back at me is my sister. She looks different, older, harder, but it is her. Thankfully, what’s missing from Elena’s folder is Dmitri’s depravity. There are no videos of him doing heinous things to her. That seems to be reserved for the other jewels. There’s a subfolder, and we hesitate before clicking on it. What I wasn’t prepared for wascountless videos each labeled with a person’s name, and a time or date. Clicking on one of the videos, we watch as my sister seduces men and then moments later kills them. While in the middle of fucking them, she pulls a needle from her hair and injects them. Some men feel it and fight her, but they don’t last long. Others have no idea what’s happened until they have a heart attack and collapse. I watch, stunned as my sister removes herself from the men, gets dressed, then wipes the room down.

My sister is a fucking femme fatale.

The more we search through the videos, the more people we find she has killed, including high-profile men like politicians, opposition leaders, criminal bosses, and so on.

I can’t believe my little sister, the one who couldn’t even kill a spider, has turned into an assassin, just like me.

“What the hell did they do to her?” I turn and stare at Sergei in shock.

“I don’t think the sister you know is there anymore. She’s a killing machine, Max.”

“I’ve heard reports of a woman assassin killing people, but I never suspected it would be her.”

“How could you have? We thought she was dead.”

“Seems like the sister I know is dead and replaced with a cold-hearted killer.”