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“Wait a minute, are you telling me that fine assassin looks like he does, probably fucks like a God, owns a vineyard in Tuscany, and can cook?” Mackenzie states.
“And?”
“And nothing. Now I get it, that’s all, carry on with your fight,” Mackenzie mumbles as she takes another sip of wine.
“Kenzie, not helping,” Sophie scolds her.
“The point is, I gave him so many opportunities to kill me and he didn’t. He could have given me up to Dmitri at any moment and collected the money he was going to pay him to hand me over. But when he found out my nightmares were because of Dmitri he couldn’t let me go.”
“Ahh,” Mackenzie sighs.
“Sounds like maybe underneath his armor there’s a good man. He gave you all that intel, Sophie,” Zoe says softly, sipping her champagne.
“You’re right, he didn’t have to,” She agrees, slurring her words.
“Maybe we should have him on our team. Seems he’s the one with the contacts we could use,” Mackenzie mumbles as she hiccups to herself.
“What? Have him move in here?” Sophie sneers.
I flip her off.
“We promised we would save every single jewel, that’s our mission, remember,” Zoe reminds Sophie. “Look, it wouldn’t beeasy because Brooks and the boys aren’t going to like it, but he has links in the Bratva that we don’t have access to. We need him just as much as he needs us.”
“That is crazy,” Sophie says.
“Makes perfect sense. You’re being judgy,” Mackenzie adds.
“Would you stop saying that,” Sophie yells at her. “What about Enrique? He works for Interpol. He is probably on their most wanted list.”
Zoe stills. “Okay, that might be a problem. We’re smart girls, we’ll think of something.”
26
MAXIM
“Do you think this is a good idea?” Sergei asks me as we board our private plane to Paris.
“I’m not sure, but I want to see Grace again.”
“Do you think it’s a trap?”
I shake my head. I don’t think Grace would set me up like that. She told me how she had finally told her sisters about us and that they wanted to meet me on neutral ground. They wanted to talk to me about something. If that means I get to see Grace, damn the consequences. I understand Sergei’s reservations especially as one of her sisters’ fiancé’s cousins works for Interpol. If they knew she was meeting me, someone on their most wanted list, there would be a hundred agents surrounding us. I can’t believe how nervous I am about meeting Grace again. Or maybe it’s the prospect of meeting her family. Does her request mean something? Or does she just need my help?
Finally, we arrive in Paris, and a town car is waiting for us at the private airport to take us directly into town to the private apartment of her sister’s fiancé. Again, Sergei isn’t happy about going to a private home, especially the home of the cousin of theInterpol agent, but there are only so many times I can reassure the old bastard until I’m over it.
“I trust Grace with my life,” I tell the old man, who gives me a disgruntled huff and stares out the window.
The town car slows to a stop outside a luxurious townhouse in the Saint Germain area.
“Are you ready?” Sergei asks.
“I think we can handle four women, don’t you?”
“If they’re like Grace, I’m not sure.” He shrugs.
I clap him on the back as we get out. “Come on, old man, I guess there are worse ways to go than at the hands of four beautiful women.”
This makes him laugh as we stride toward the wooden door and press the buzzer. Moments later the video screen appears, and murmurs are heard through the intercom because we are buzzed in.
