Rovbers

✧𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈 (God Bless 'Merica)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
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The flight back home was a fun one.

Even if Niccolò wasn't with me for the entire time. He would often walk into the cockpit and make phone calls every once in a while but for the most part he tried to sit down beside me and ask me how I was doing.

I realized that private jets are so much fun when you aren't moping about your family's crime issues.

I sat down on the comfy recliner and got to play around with the little television in front of it. The nice flight attendant, named Julie, would refill my glass of water and give me warm nuts every few hours or so. Nicky even had a private chef up there!

By the time the six hours were up I didn't really want to leave. But I was anxious to go home and finally see Simba again. I felt nervous but excited all at once. Me and Nicky were going to form a new life together. It felt like I lost everything and gained it all back all of the sudden. Who knew that after all of the pain and suffering I'd be happy once again?

Either way, I didn't worry too much about where we were. As long as we weren't apart. All I had to do was figure out how to calm that temper of his. Since the last call he answered left him a bit— upset.

"Ready to go, Princess?"
He asked coming back to where I was sitting.

I nodded taking his hands in mine.
We walked towards the stairs and he squeezed
my waist tightly as we went downwards.

"Welcome to Las Vegas, Mr. Conti."
A nice man lowered his hat before us.
"Miss," he smiled as we walked out of the jet.

We thanked the man and walked forwards into
the Porsche already in the airport parking lot.

"Vegas?"
I asked as he opened the car door for me.

"I like it here."
He smiled before closing the door shut.

Niccolò denied the request for a driver this time around.

"Where are we headed, Nicky?"
I asked as I buckled up.

"You're going to the hotel. I have business elsewhere." He said firing up the engine.

"Oh, he's got business elsewhere." I joked. But for the entire flight to Vegas I couldn't help but notice Niccolò's strange mood. It seemed like he kept something from me. He never told me we were going home exactly, but he never told me that we were going to Vegas either.

We drove for a bit until we reached Niccolò's grand Vegas hotel. I reached for the car door but Niccolò closed it back shut. He got out of the car and opened it from the outside himself.

"Smile. They'll be cameras at the party."
He whispered in my ear as we approached the entrance.

"A party? But Nicky, I didn't get ready."
I sighed.

"Dani, I promise you. You'll look better than all the girls in there who did." He spoke as if stating the obvious before placing his shades over his eyes.

We walked up the grand entrance of the resort as paparazzi took Niccolò's picture. I kept staring at him every once in a while to see if he had that same preoccupied look on his face. But his smiles and laughs as we posed for pictures calmed my nerves for a while. Even if I could tell they were all for show.

Paparazzi swarmed us with pictures and reporters called out their questions as we tried to enter the venue where the event was taking place.

"Bummer at your wedding Mr. Conti. Was it a robbery or a terrorist attack? Do you have any comments you're willing to make about the disaster?"