𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 ✍︎

24| 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚎

Hey everyone!

I finished writing this chapter a couple days earlier than I planned, so I thought I'd post it now!

I apologise if there are any spelling errors. I just got a new phone, and the keyboard is so weird compared to my old one. I'm still trying to get used to it 😅

Hope you enjoy! ❤

Ayla/Dove's POV
Age: 10
Location: Ricci's Helicopter, Over Some Ocean Somewhere in the World

Surprisingly, it didn't take too long to convince my parents to let me join.

Once Donna listed the reasons why I'm the best option, and specified that I was willing to do it, they relented.

That's how I ended up in my family's "super stealth" helicopter with my father and Alex.

We all have bulletproof vests with body cameras attached to them, as well as "state of the art" ear pieces. Luca also helped Ella sync the technology in my necklace onto a computer so they can monitor my vitals, more specifically, my heart rate which I know will increase to unhealthy amounts once we enter the base.

Before we left the house, I became increasingly aware of how proud Luca is of his tech. Of course, he has every right to be. Almost everything I'm wearing, and the aircraft I'm in right now, was designed by him.

I fiddle with my knife as my father and Alex man the aircraft. It'll be a few more minutes before we land and I'm trying to brace myself.

"We're here," my father announces.

I take a deep breath in to steady my nerves as I strap my knife onto my leg and unbuckle my seatbelt.

Alex hands me a gun, but not before flipping the safety switch on. I don't bother strapping it onto one of the make holsters I have on me. It feels comforting to have a weapon in my hand.

My father presses his ear piece, as does Alex, making me follow suit.

"About time," Ella huffs, making me roll my eyes.

I'd forgotten how enjoyable she is when she's running back-end.

"We were stalling so we don't have to hear your whiny voice," I mumble. Alex smiles as we hear someone behind Ella snort, then get smacked.

My father stands near the door of the helicopter, his hand positioned over the button that opens the door.

"Ready?"

Alex and I nod.

Let's get this over with before I chicken out.

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Walking down the hallways I had grown to hate feels like a dream. Every twist and turn is familiar.

I had heard of Vincent's obsession with making sure that all of his bases has the same floor design, but this is just insane.

No matter how many times I tell myself this isn't the exact place where everything happened, it still feels like it.

"Where exactly are we going?" Alex asks as I lead him and my father down another hallway. I can hear the tinge of impatience in his voice, not that I can blame him.