Page 14 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
Tomas’s brows pull together as he folds his arms across his chest. He’s upset.
“I feel it inside me, like we are meant to be helping her. That fate brought her to our front gate that night for a reason. I’m not sure what that reason is yet, but she’s meant to be with us.”
“You can’t be serious?”
“Deadly. So much so that I told the doctor that he could release her to us and that we would take care of her.”
“You did what?” Tomas exclaims, raising his voice.
“The doctor wouldn’t release her until she had a suitable place to live. It wouldn’t be for long. We can’t release her out into the world with no memory.”
Tomas’s face softens at that comment. He knows I’m right.
“You think our house is suitable for her?”
“We have so much room.”
“What about us? What about the summer we had planned together?”
My stomach sinks upon hearing Tomas’s words. He’s right. I promised him it would be the two of us this summer, and now I’ve broken that promise. I want to argue that he’s equally busy with his company. His phone hasn’t stopped ringing since arriving in Ibiza, but I don’t think that’s what this situation needs.
“What about us being free to be who we are at home? Do we have to go back to being in the closet, in our own house?” Tomas crosses his arms defensively.
Another valid point.
“We can be ourselves because she has no memory, so she doesn’t know who we are and that our relationship’s hidden.”
He doesn’t look convinced.
“Please.” I give him my best pleading face.
“She is not some stray you’ve picked off the street and kept.”
“Well, she kind of is. I want to keep her for a little while, Tomas. She’s funny, smart—brilliant, actually—and I like her.”
Tomas lets out a sigh. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”
I shake my head.
“Fine, okay, whatever.”
I want to give him a kiss because he is the most amazing boyfriend in the entire world, but I remember we’re in public.
We then hear a scream and rush toward the room, where we see our mystery woman crying and the doctor smiling.
“My name—my name’s Zoe.”
6
ZOE
Ican’t believe they have sent me this angel called Mateo. He’s the shining light in the darkness that is my mind. Every day he visited me in hospital, keeping me company. I don’t know where the hell I would be if he hadn’t been there for me.
Well, I do, I would be dead.
I hate that my mind is this dark, empty abyss I’m trying to sift through. Little bits of information are seeping in at the weirdest times, like that I love strawberries but hate watermelon.
Tomas didn’t look so happy when he walked in on me giving Mateo a hug. I know little about him as he doesn’t hang around as much as Mateo does. Plus, he always has his phone stuck to his ear—I guess he has an important job. I’ve noticed the way the nurses look at them, especially Mateo; they practically swoon over him. I get it, the man is one of the most handsome men I think I have ever seen in my life, plus he is super funny. It’s amazing how quickly a nurse comes to my room when he is around, which is all the time, he never goes home. The only time he leaves me is at night, and even then, he is reluctant. It’s only when Tomas is pulling him out the door that he does. He always reassures me that he will be back in the morning.
