Page 253 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“She’s alive too.”
“But, but—where have you been?”
“Langley.”
I frown. “As in the CIA Headquarters in America?”
“Yes, hold on.” He bends down, rifling through his jeans and
pulling out an American passport. He hands it to me.
I read the name. “Max Clark?”
“Yes, I decided I would change my surname to my wife’s. Because I’m a modern man and all.”
I keep blinking at him, my brain still not computing what’s happening.
“Elena is now Ellie Clark—you have a new sister.” He gives me a
playful smile.
That’s when I scream. My mind has finally caught up.
Maxim’s hand covers my mouth. “Ssh. Please, don’t scream again.” As he takes his hand away, I start slapping him.
“You fucking bastard, I thought you were dead,dead. I thought I
had lost the love of my life. You broke my heart, Max. You fucking ripped it into two.”
“I’m so sorry; I couldn’t do anything. I was locked in a cell until this morning when they let me go. I came straight for you.”
I stop slapping him but start sobbing. “I thought I’d lost you.” I wrap my arms tightly around him, pulling him close to me. I can feel his heart beat rapidly against my chest.
He’s alive,he is alive.
“Never do that to me again or I will kill you myself.”
This makes him chuckle as he kisses my forehead. “I promise to never fake my death ever again.” He places his hand on his heart like some kind of boy scout. “Now, can we finish what we started? I can pretend to be a ghost if you want. That seemed to make you hot.”
EPILOGUE
DMITRI
Everything I have always wanted is now in the palm of my hand. I’m the most powerful man in all of Eastern Europe, and men who thought I was beneath them now bow and scrape to me. I have my pick of fresh pussy any time I want, and the women beg me to take them. My mind turns to Elena, and for a moment, I let myself miss her. She was the closest thing to a partner I could ever have hoped for—none of these bitches who suck my dick could ever come close. Elena was the whole package, but fucking my uncle was most definitely a betrayal. Even worse, she was Maxim’s sister—that fucking complicated things.
But as they say, two birds, one stone.
Knowing that I have ripped Grace and Maxim apart makes me losing Elena somewhat bearable because I know Grace is at home grieving for a life she can never have. It’s the perfect revenge. I’ve decided to leave the jewels behind, they are Nikolai’s legacy, and I need to create my own path. The men can keep their jewels, wherever they are, they are no longer needed here.
Ding
An email appears on my screen, it’s late, but I click on it anyway. There’s no sender name, which is strange. It’s a voice recording.
“My uncle needs to die,” my voice echoes through the speaker.
I scramble to turn it down and quickly scan the room. Thankfully it is empty. I press play again.
“I don’t care how you do it, just make sure nothing leads back to me.”
How the hell did someone get this?
Another anonymous email comes through to me.
Let the games begin.
THE END
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