Page 25 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
Tomas stills.
He doesn’t move a muscle as he lets me smell him. Flashes of a boy kissing a girl rush through my head. The feeling of being sad slides across my skin. Then there is blood and anger. I inhale again, hoping my mind gives me more than this jumbled mess. This time I see a dorm with things scattered around. I see myself on a bed, crying.
Fuck.
I sit up.
“What is it?” Tomas looks at me with concern on his face.
“I remember something.”
His face lights up.
“I’m a student in a dorm. A boy and a girl made me cry. There was blood, and I was angry.”
Tomas’s brows raise.
“There’s a calendar, it’s in Spanish. It says March of this year.”
Then my stomach sinks as the image slowly begins to vanish.
“No, no. I was so close. So fricken close and now it’s gone. Stupid brain. Why the hell don’t you want to fucking work,” I curse, frustrated with the situation.
“It’s going to be okay,” Tomas tries to reassure me.
“Is it though?” I get up off the sofa and answer him angrily. “What happens if it never returns? I can’t stay here forever with you both.” I begin to pace around the room. “What if I have a boyfriend out there waiting for me? Or family? Friends? Kids? People must be looking for me. I can’t be that easily forgotten. I can’t pretend I wasn’t someone before all this,” I say as I angrily swipe at the tears that seem to freely pour from my eyes. I hate crying. Deep down in my soul in some dark recess of my mind, I know that I don’t normally cry, yet here we are, a weeping fucking mess.
“Fuck it. You need a drink,” Tomas says sternly.
Huh? I’m confused by Tomas’s sudden change of personality. He grabs my hand and pulls me into the kitchen.
I follow him, it’s not like I have a choice.
He pulls out a bottle of tequila, grabs two shot glasses, and slides one in front of me. He then grabs the bottle and pours each of us a glass.
“Drink up,” he says, nudging the shot of tequila in my direction.
“Is this a good idea?”
“Probably not, but maybe you need to get out of your head for a while, and I find tequila helps,” Tomas advises with a shrug.
“I’m so far out of my head that I’ve forgotten it all.”
Tomas’s lip curls in a smile. “That was funny.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“Drink up. You never know what the tequila can unlock.”
Can’t be any worse than I am now. And with that, I grab the glass and throw it back.
9
MATEO
What the hell have I walked into?
There, Tomas and Zoe are sitting on the couch wrapped up in each other. Have I stepped into some parallel universe? And are they watching my TV show? And Zoe is in a bikini, and Tomas is just in board shorts. They are practically naked!
