My Mafia

Chapter 10

*Stefano's POV*

"Your gate is to the left," the airport security guard says, pointing in the correct direction. "Go over there to pass security and you will be near your gate."

I give him and small nod of thanks, and walk in the direction of the gate. Quickly, I look down at my watch. Three am. My flight is at 4, which means I'm an hour early. I go towards the airport security, the paper that Ash gave me is glued to my hand.

"Why Switzerland?" I accidentally say out loud, which causes people to turn and look at me like I'm crazy. Maybe I am.

The line at security goes by fast, and I'm on my way to the gate. A seat near by a window calls my name, and I go to it.

I situate myself and my stuff, and my phone dings in my jacket pocket. Without waiting a singular second, I grab my phone, hoping and praying that it is Jordan. It isn't him. It's Ash telling me to check the outside pocket of my suitcase.

I look out of the widow, to see a dark and depressing black sky as I pull out a fake Switzerland visa and money. Without a thought, I send her a thank you text and connect my phone with my head phones. The music begins to finally calm me as I think of a plan for when I finally reach Switzerland.

The plan begins forming in my head, like a puzzle, like a computer code.

Step one: survive the plane ride
Step two: get the car Ash rented for me
Step three: drive to Jordan
Step four: adult-nap him
Step five: go back to Italy

I go through my mental plan, trying to think of every possibility and every detail.

Out of nowhere my phone dings again. I pull it out, expecting it to be Ash with information but instead it is a non-registered number. Hesitantly, I open the text and read it.

It reads, "You better not come after me. I'll come to you as soon as I can. You don't have to. I miss you.-Jordan"

I read and re-read the text, over and over again. The four sentences are tattooed to the inside of my head. I wait no longer and send him a text back.

"I will see you in three hours, my love."

The text delivers and I put it away, music still being poured into my heads from the headphones.

The flight attendants begin the boarding process and I jump out of my seat. I rush to the front of the line, so that I will enter the plane first.

For the first time in 16 years, I get onto a plane. My first time since the day both of my parents died and left ten year old me to raise my six year old sister.

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Authors Note
-wasssssup
-sorry for the short chapter
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