Page 202 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
Thank fuck.
Until Sophie snatches it out of her hand and chuckles.
“Hey!” Mackenzie screams at her.
“We love you, Grace, but we’re just trying to protect you,” she says, holding my phone to her chest.
“Fuck you, Sophie, you wouldn’t understand. You’re such a judgmental bitch.” I pant as the tears fall down my cheeks.
Sophie stills, shocked at my outburst.
“I’m not judgmental,” Sophie whines.
Kenzie and Zoe look at each other.
“You all think I’m judgmental?” Sophie asks, her voice going high in shock.
“Maybe not judgmental, it’s more righteous,” Zoe adds.
“You think I’m self-righteous? That’s even worse,” Sophie screams.
“Okay, wrong word. You’re not very flexible if it doesn’t fit how you would treat a situation,” Zoe suggests.
“Not flexible? I didn’t think I was ridged in my thinking. I thought I was a progressive thinker,” she grumbles.
“What Zoe is trying to say is, sometimes you think you know what’s best for us that you won’t listen to us when we tell you, you’re wrong. Your stubborn,” Mackenzie explains to her.
“I’m stubborn. That’s a family trait. You three are just as bad,” she says, pointing at us.
“True. But we’re talking about Grace right now and the fact that you have something of hers. Something she doesn’t want toshare with you even though you think you know what’s best for her,” Mackenzie states.
“I’m worried about her, that’s all,” Sophie says, softening her stance as she throws me my phone.
“Sometimes your worry is suffocating,” Zoe adds.
Sophie looks hurt by her words. “Grace has been closed off with us since she’s gotten home. You’ve told us nothing happened, but clearly something has as you’re hiding it.”
“Not from me she isn’t,” Zoe pipes in.
Sophie turns and looks at her, and I can see the hurt clearly on her face. “I suppose you know too, Kenzie?”
“I don’t. None of you tell me anything, anyway,” Mackenzie adds.
This was not at all how I thought our night would go. “I didn’t tell anyone because you wouldn’t understand.”
“Because we’ve never been kidnapped?” Sophie asks.
“You’re fixated on that,” I grumble at her.
“Then tell me what it is?” Sophie asks.
“I don’t want to disappoint you all.”
“Is that why you haven’t said anything?” Mackenzie asks.
I nod as I hold my phone to my chest.
“You could never disappoint us, Gracie. We are so proud of you. For everything that you’ve been through. For getting into law school and then the internship in The Hague. Proud of you for calling that night when you escaped. Kicking a drug addiction. The list could go on,” Mackenzie states before falling to her knees and joining me on the ground. Zoe follows and sits on the other side. And Sophie is the last as she takes her seat in front.
