𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

23.

Turbulence - occurs when the plane rocks suddenly or continuously due to the movement of air outside the cabin.

Nicola's jet had not stopped shaking since we left New York.

Last night I didn't have time to fall asleep with the internal anxiety from the whole mix of the last night events. 

I knew that my self defense classes would be good for something and I know that Alessandro and Gio are proud of my moves. But I've stabbed two men in the space of a week and the feeling of having hurt them is inflicting anxiety on me.

Yes they deserved it but who am I to decide that? It was to defend myself too, but the weight of having stuck a knife in someone wouldn't leave me.

The anxiety of packing filled my heart too. I filled the only suitcase I could carry with warm sportswear, my toiletries and underwear.

"You can always buy whatever doesn't fit in your bag" Gio said and I was shocked at how they don't care about money. But I listened to him and decided that whatever I needed I would buy with Nicola's money.

The anxiety of knowing that I'm going to set foot in my father's country of origin did not leave me either.

I've never been to Italy before. 

And I want to take advantage of this mission to show them that I'm useful to this italian mafia, to show them that I'm not weak. 

I still don't understand what this mission consists of and I hope that this mission does not involve having to kill someone, it was enough to stick a knife in a man yesterday. I shudder just remembering the feel of my knife in his belly, the smell of his blood in my hands and the pain look on his face.

I do hope that my parents are not in Italy for some reason.

Did they move to Italy after all this years?

Could there be a small chance of seeing them?

Oh god, I hope not.

Just knowing that I'm going to my father's country of origin, the country of origin of my last name, makes me shiver and feel sick. I can't even imagine how I would be if I had to see the biggest causes of my traumas.

I was dressed in black tracksuit bottoms and a black strappy top that showed off my navel piercing - which, by the way, is quite inflamed from yesterday's fight and the impact of Thagu's push.

A blanket and pillow were present on my comfortable seat.

All the mafia men were dressed in tracksuits. Obviously. Only the sick would come uncomfortably dressed for a seven-hour flight.

Nicola was quite impatient and irritable, but very hot in the tracksuit he was wearing.

Very what Serena?

It's just gray pants and a black t-shirt.

"It's confirmed" Amo sighed from his seat "Evans is really dead"

"Can we please forget about this matter?" Alessandro huffed "Fabricio is finally out of prison, let's have some fun"

"Fratellino" (little brother) Romeo began "We can have fun when we arrive, now we have to worry about not being involved in this crap"

"I can speak to journalists who-" I tried to say.

"Nobody asked you for your opinion Serena" Nicola said from his seat.

I rolled my eyes. 

This childish behavior has accompanied the almost five hours of travel. 

In them I slept. I slept while they worried about assuring their partners that they didn't purposely kill Evans.