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Footsteps approached us, the woman from before was walking towards us both, she handed the water to jackson and wished me better. I muttered a thank you in reply as she turned away from us both. I stared at her back hoping in some way she'd turn around and help me.
He put the water bottle in my face as I turned away from hope and looked at him with the bitchiest stare I could give, his shoulders slightly shrugged as he lifted the water bottle to his mouth instead.
I looked towards him his eyes landing on me, moving his head closer to whisper,
"It's easy, just use your authority as manager and move keefe from 3825 to suite 4080"
"You got the wrong person I can't do that" I lied.
"Well I happen to know you can and your the only voice that can get it done in the time I need it done" he paused as his hand outstretched towards the phone, and held it towards me,
"You need me to write it down?" He said in a baby voice.
I sighed, containing the anger that was bubbling inside of me, "No I don't, and don't speak to me like I'm a fucking baby"
He grabbed my chin roughly pulling my face closer to his, "watch the attitude, I'm the one with the higher ground here, so If you wanna see your daddy when you go home watch your mouth"
I looked at his eyes, they were a bright blue that had began to crease around the outside as his eyebrows frowned, his hair had fallen into his face overtime and had become slightly messy.
His eyes bore into mine as everything became silent around us. Suddenly the plane shook slightly, causing my eyes to move from his. My cheeks flushed as I could tell he was still staring. Hey! Snap out of it! Why are you gazing at the man who just threatened to kill your father!!
My brain was right why the hell was I staring at him, besides he's a maniac.
"A hot one too" i mumbled under my breathe. He coughed gaining my attention, I turned towards him not realising how close his face was "what was that?" He whispered into my ear feeling the heat from his mouth touch my skin.
I pulled away quickly, shaking my head as I erased the photos and thoughts in my mind. "Nothing" I lied.
He laughed leaning back,
"Make the call" he said, his leg beginning to shake, his chest rising up and down quicker than usual.
It clicked, "Your gonna kill keefe aren't you?" I guessed.
He huffed, shaking his head, "yknow Lina you should stop worrying so much about keefe and think about your dad's life which is currently on the line"
"How am I supposed to know you havent already hurt him" I whispered, in a pleading way that my dad was perfectly fine and safe at home.
"He's fi-"
I cut him off before he could finish, "I want to know hes okay right now, I don't call anybody until I know my dad is safe"
He clenched his jaw at my interruption "your dime"
I reached my bag as fast as I could, searching through it for my card in hopes I'd also see my phone before his hand reached over to me and snatched the purse I was relying on to save me. I threw my head back in frustration, as he swiped my card and handed me the phone.
