Page 220 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“The moment I met you, Grace, you turned my world upside down. I never thought I would find someone to love in this fucked-up world until you stepped into my life. As much as I hate what I have done over the years, I don’t hate it as much as I used to because it led me to you. Everything that is wrong in this world led me to what is right—you. I love you, Grace. No matter what happens tonight, I love you. Marry me!”
She throws her arms around my neck, knocking me over. “Oh, my god. Yes, yes, yes!” She laughs, hugging me and kissing me all over.
I help her up, not wanting to get her beautiful dress dirty. “I wasn’t prepared, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing. I don’t have a ring.”
“I don’t care. I just need you,” she tells me.
“Sorry to interrupt, but I do,” Damon says, handing me a red box.
I open it and see a stunning diamond ring. I look at him and back to the box.
“Sorry. It’s not real, it has a wire cutter in the band, so if you get tied up, you can easily escape rope, zip ties, or metal,” he explains.
That’s cool, but Grace deserves better.
“I promise I will get you a proper ring and propose in a better location when all this is over, Grace.”
She bites her bottom lip as I place the temporary ring on her finger.
I should be freaking out. Who the hell proposes to a woman this quickly? For the first time in my life, I’ve found something good. And like I told her, I’m never letting go of that.
Sergei claps me on the back and gives me a manly hug, then he welcomes Grace into our fucked-up family.
Brooks clears his throat. “Sorry to break up the happy moment, but we have things to do.”
“Right,” Damon says, grabbing a gunmetal grey suitcase and opening it up on the coffee table. He pulls out more jewels and Grace’s eyes widen with delight. “This is a diamond choker, inside is your microphone.”
I help her put the necklace on and kiss her bare shoulder, making her shiver.
“This is similar to the choker Dmitri made me wear,” Grace explains.
I freeze. “What?”
“When they sent us out on jobs, each girl had a jeweled necklace
to correspond with their name. I had diamonds, Zoe had a sapphire, and so on. What I’m trying to say is, Dmitri will be happy seeing me in this, it will remind him of my place in the world.” She takes my hand and gives it a squeeze, and I try to calm down. “With this, he won’t suspect anything is wrong.”
Even though I understand what she’s saying, it doesn’t mean I like it.
Damon hands Grace an earpiece. “We’ll be able to speak to you through this, and you can respond via your necklace,” he says, pulling out the next bit of kit. “Here are your contact lenses. They will let you see in the dark and also have a telescopic lens.”
“Oh wow, those are weird.” Grace gasps as she plays with her lens.
Damon then passes Grace a diamond tiara. “This has a camera and built-in facial recognition software that will feed back to us in the van.”
“Let me help you,” I say, stepping forward. I place the tiara on her head and position it. “My queen,” I whisper into her ear, and she shivers again. “You okay with all this?”
“It’s all very ... you know, what you would see in the movies. It doesn’t feel real.”
“If only it was a movie, I would have paused it by now.”
“There’s no way they can find out what I have on me?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Technology is so advanced nowadays; things are microscopic. They are also hard to detect with bug machines.”
“If they suspect anything you can take off the tiara or accidentally catch your necklace and break them. Easy way to get rid of any evidence,” Damon suggests.
She lets out a small sigh. “You make this look easy.”
