Blue is a 21 year old car thief. His life was going as normal. He'd drink a small slushy from the gas station and wait. Wait to see the perfect car roll into the parking lot. The fateful day in November was like no other. Well, that was until Blue e...
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In my 21 years of life, I never thought I'd be flying in a private jet. I was sitting in an insanely comfortable seat, with Milo sleeping in the chair next to me, Santiago's jacket draped over him. I wasn't sure if Santiago was actually a nice guy or if he was trying to get my guard down.
"Here's some breakfast. I ordered some for the boy too when he wakes up." Santiago dropped two plates on the table in front of me.
"Thank you." I said quietly, my eyes trained on the table.
Santiago sat in the chair across from me and placed his elbows on the table. The tattoos on his arms were visible, as his sleeves were rolled up. His dark hair was messily covering his forehead. I'd be lying if I said he wasn't attractive. It was a fact that Farah and I had discussed. That didn't take away from intimidating he was though.
"How did you find him?" Santiago voiced after a few moments.
"He was in a car I was planning to steal. Which I did end up stealing. Hope you enjoy that by the way, the engine is good." I responded, blankly.
"How do you know his parents weren't fit?" He inquired.
"Look at his fucking face." I cursed, my eyes snapping to his. "I saw his mother hit him, and he's too skinny. He practically inhaled the first meal I gave him."
Santiago nodded. "No need for the animosity, it was just a question."
A dumb one, I thought in my head. The more he made conversation the more I questioned if he was just trying to annoy me. Not to mention, I was more tired than I cared to admit. But there was no way I was going to fall asleep on a plane with three trained killers. The sound of Milo shuffling caught my attention. He opened his eyes, blinking them sleepily. I watched silently as Milo and Santiago observed each other. Both looked cautious in their own way. Though, it only took a few seconds for the food in front of us to catch Milo's attention.
"Are you hungry?" I asked, the blank look on my face quickly being replaced with a bright smile.
As Milo nodded I heard Santiago scoff at my instant change in mood. I ignored him and handed Milo a fork. I began cutting the pancake into cubes. I poured a bit of syrup into a small glass dish and set it next to his plate. When Milo started to eat I turned my attention back to Santiago.
"Does he talk?" Santiago tilted his head to the side curiously.
"No, but he can hear you so watch what you say." I answered.
Santiago nodded, ignoring my aggression. "Eat, I know you're hungry."
I decided not to argue and started to eat along with Milo, Santiago looking satisfied. When Milo and I were done a flight attendant came and took the plates away. Milo looked around the flight curiously his eyes moving from Santiago to the two guards who were sitting at the front of the plane. Qiang and Luciano were talking quietly to each other, partaking in a conversation I couldn't hear.
