"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
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"WERE YOU TOO busy sticking your dick in some flight attendants cunt that you didn't realise someone entered the plane?" I snarled, looking at Enzo who was pouring himself a glass of vodka with a sigh.
I knew we were past this, but I needed to let my anger out on someone after my so failed attempt on getting a wife, who was now barely bones.
"Sorry, Capo. But shouldn't you be criticising the guards for this? That's what we hired them for," he wiggled his glass before downing his drink in one go.
"The guards already have a bullet in their head for not keeping an eye on the plane. You're next."
"Woah, woah, woah. Don't you need me, Capo?" he asks, looking offended.
"I could easily find your replacement. Maybe Javier could fit the job?" I cock my head while raising a brow, "Maybe even Luke."
He hissed before looking at me in disbelief, "You traitor!" he barks, "Besides, if it wasn't for me, we wouldn't have found the spy in the back of the plane." he reasoned with me, propping his elbows on the counter.
He was right. I wasn't there myself, but Enzo was the one who found her.
I smirk before leaning back on my chair, "Maybe you putting your dick somewhere is useful after all,"
"See! And people underestimate Gonzalez junior," he pouts while looking down at his shaft.
While letting Enzo have his moment with his dick, I take the bracelet out of my pocket and hold it in my hand. I brush my thumb over the golden structure of the bracelet.
If la mia piccola spia was lying about not being part of the le milieu, then why the fuck would she have this bracelet? It also doesn't explain how the hell she got into the plane. Something was not adding up and her lies will soon be uncovered by the truth.
"This is all the evidence you've found?" I ask while brushing over the initials on the bracelet.
N.M.
If I had known any better, the 'N' obviously stands for Navea. But what does the 'M' stand for? It couldn't have been Moreau, like she told me, her name was Navea Brecketts, unless she lied to me again.
"I've got a hold of her bag— bad idea by the way, but—" he ruffles something from his pocket before handing me a piece of paper, "Somebody gave her directions to get into the plane,"
"So it was planned," I smirked darkly, she lied to me, again. I read the paper in my hands and throw it in the trash bin, "Shitty directions if you ask me," I deadpan before focusing back on the bracelet.
"Any idea what the 'M' stands for?" I ask with my thumb still grazing the bracelet.
Enzo shifts his position and walks towards me, taking a look at the bracelet. He stares at it for a few seconds before sighing dramatically, "I have no idea,"
