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The rusty helicopter engine began wiring up while all of the pouges sat on random and tied-up leather seats in the back of the aircraft, many eyes roaming all around the vehicle and the sort of mess in the back with many wires.
"This is scary," I whispered towards JJ, who I nervously clung my body against, grabbing his attention, watching his luminous eyes snap towards me, and he gave me a small shrug with a pout of his thin bottom lip. "It's okay. I'm sure it's going to be fine because if he tries to kill us, he can't escape seven charges of attempted murder." JJ quickly leaned into my ear and quietly joked with me, but I rolled my dark and timid eyes, listening to a small snicker escape from him.
"It's not fucking funny, Maybank." I cursed at him, gritting my pearly white teeth at him before his blonde eyebrows rose for a second. "Mama's mad. Well, thank god there are seatbelts." JJ uttered, glancing over my shoulder, leaning over, and yanking the beige strap that I hadn't seen before.
"That makes me feel a little better, I guess," I whispered, hurling my head back, and allowing a small and uneasy breath to slide out of my mouth, hearing a small click from the seatbelt.
"Je suis là. Squeeze my hand as hard as you want." JJ quietly answered partly in French and offered his veiny and protecting hand, laying the back of it on my golden thigh.
I'm here.
"Right after you put on that seatbelt, honey," I stated, drawing my eyes to the beige seatbelt beside his head that wasn't being used. "Oh-yeah, right." He quickly stammered, rushing his thick hands toward the beige seatbelt and I hummed in approval.
As he did, my curious eyes went towards the other five, noticing some of them tightly wrapped with their seatbelt, and tightly holding onto their seat, as they quietly whispered to each other, nerves creeping up on them.
"Put your seatbelts on! This isn't the Twinkie." I whispered, looking at John B and Cleo, who just sat there looking around.
"What seat belt?" Cleo asked, analyzing everything around her seat, until her eyes caught on the strap. "Oh! I hear ya. We usually don't have these things. In the Bahamas, if you fly out of a vehicle, it's fine. Get up, and get back in there." Cleo explained before all of our eyebrows rose in amazement.
"Has that ever happened to you?" Kiara questioned from beside her, but she only glared over at John B. "Not quite,"
"Stop bringing it up. I apologized." John B only snickered at the girl but she shrugged her shoulders. "Just a nice remembrance to look back on." Cleo cracked up before I felt JJ tightly slam his hand on my golden thigh, giving it a tough and secure clasp.
