His Fia

CHAPTER 5

I open my eyes from whatever dazed state I was in when I hear approaching footsteps, a knock on the divider causing me to immediately raise my head.

"It's ok Fia, it's just the flight stewardess," Carlos murmurs, running his fingers up and down my arm. I hum and let my head fall back to his chest.

"Come in," Carlos calls out, not moving from his position next to me as a woman dressed in uniform enters the lounge, "We're set to land in ten minutes, there's already guards waiting at the airport as per your request," she says, her eyes staying glued to Carlos, as if not daring to look at me.

Carlos nods and the woman excuses herself, closing the door behind her. My phone pings and I feel my heart drop when I see the message.

'I'm waiting at home for you ma fille. Don't make your Father wait, it's rude.'

Carlos snatches my phone out of my hand as I sit up, running my hands through my hair as I try to calm down.

How the fuck does he keep getting my number? He has no connections in the underworld which I can think of who could give him the resources he needs to do so. I block every number he uses but he still fucking gets to me and I don't understand it.

"How does he have your number Ophelia?" Carlos asks, and I shake my head. "I don't fucking know," I choke out, the familiar fear suffocating me as I look at him with panicked eyes.

Carlos brings his hand up to rub my back but out of instinct I jerk away from it, my body trembling as my mind races. How the fuck does he keep getting my number?

Footsteps approach the outside of the door and feel my body sink onto the ground, memories of his footsteps outside my room replaying through my mind as a sharp knock is delivered to the door. A strangled sob escapes my lips and I feel my body being lifted up and placed in someone's lap.

"Get the fuck out unless you want a bullet in your head," Carlos shouts to whoever's outside before he diverts his attention back to me. His arms wrap around me as his chin rests on my head, not saying anything as he gently rocks me back and forth.

I bury my head in his chest as I cling onto his hoodie, searching for some kind of stability. "I fucking hate this so much," I whisper, "I hate the effect he has on me even when he's not here,"

"I know Fia," Carlos says softly, tilting my chin up meet his eyes, "But don't let him win, don't give him that satisfaction,"

I give him a watery smile and nod, wiping my nose with the sleeve of my hoodie. I fall back into Carlos when the plane begins it's descent, grabbing onto his shoulder as I'm jolted down. Carlos chuckles as his hands fall to my waist, holding me still as the plane lands.

When the jet comes to a stop I stand up and wait for Carlos to follow me, his hand resting on my lower back as we walk out of the lounge and towards the jet's exit. The stair ramp is already set up with guards lining every possible entry, all of them lowering their eyes when they see me.

One of the guards walks up and nods at Carlos, not letting his gaze linger on me for even a second. "Don your car and motorbike are both ready, and your request from this morning is under way," he says, dismissing himself when Carlos nods.

"What was your request?" I ask, intrigued by the secrecy of it. "Nothing for you to worry about Fia," he replies, "Now would you like to take my car or my bike to the estate? It's a two hour drive but we can make it quicker on the bike if you want,"

"Bike," I grin, causing Carlos to smile. We walk over to where his bike is and I take the smaller of the two helmets resting on the seat. I sit on the back and wrap my arms around Carlos when he sits in front of me. The familiar revving of the bike makes me smile as my body relaxes.