•His Angel•

Chapter 17

'No whining'

*Luciantos POV*

I stand up abruptly throwing my computer against the wall causing it to shatter into a million pieces.

My heart beat runs at thousand miles per hour as my body heat rises. I place my hands behind my neck.

My hands swipe swiftly across the table knocking everything off it papers, pens and office equipment flying everywhere.

Fucking little shits think they can messs with my shit and get away with it. They will get what is coming for them.

I can feel my blood practically boiling, if I clenched my jaw any harder it would break.

Fucking shits think they can steal and take my shipments? My guns and drugs?

Well they thought the fucking wrong. I need some air if I stay in this crammed room any longer I just might go insane.

For most of the flight I have spent my fucking time in this stupid office. I go to the exit to the room my head to hit above the doorway.

Okay well the people that designed and built this plane are getting killed.

"Fuck" I mutter under my breath as I duck walking out of the room rubbing my forehead. I look to my watch to see that it is 4:32 am.

So we should arrive in about twenty minutes. That's good because if I had to be on this plane any longer I would go insane.

Obnoxious flight and it just had to be so horribly timed. I have had no sleep and with everyone else not having any their sleep will give them pissy attitudes.

I walk to the main area of the airplane to look to my right to see my sister and Gio sleeping on the couch with a blanket thrown over them.

Fucking nasty every time I see them it makes me want to throw up and die.

Out of the whole time I have known Gio I never though he would end up with my sister.

Whatever, I roll my eyes and get rid of the thoughts not wanting to think about them any longer.

To my left lays Amara in a fetal position with her hands curled beneath her chin. Her hair is all pushed to her back giving full exposure to her face.

Goosebumps cover her arms and her bare smooth legs. That face of hers rests somewhat disturbed as she suddenly twitches.

I should probably wake everyone up anyway it's not like they would be able to do so on their own.

I suddenly remember her wearing my jacket. Where the hell did it go and who took it from her?

I turn around and walk to the back of the plane where the guards seating area is.

"Anyone want to tell me where my suit jacket is?" My voice tone quite frankly annoyed and slight anger in it.

All heads snap to mine as they place their phones down giving me their full attention. "I hung it in your coat closet boss." A man says standing up to show respect.