Wicked Games

17- Reid

Chapter Seventeen | Reid

At this very moment, I'm glad I'm blind in my left eye, so I don't have to look at Ivan who sits in the corner of it.

"We'll be attending a private dinner when we land, so dress your best please, and don't embarrass me." King says to all of us as he polishes his weapons on the other side of the plane. "Don't ask what the dinner is about, or who will be there, you'll see for yourselves, and I can't be fucked to explain to all you fuck heads." Creed gasps and clutches his chest dramatically, while Brad rolls his eyes.

"That is so rude, Dad." He huffs, and King pauses his cleaning to look at his son with a scowl. King is only grouchy because he didn't want to leave Mabel, not only that, but he's worried that she could be pregnant because all she was doing was throwing up yesterday afternoon. 

"Don't fuck with me, Creed, you might be my son, but I'm seconds away from shooting you in the knee or something." And then he goes back to cleaning his weapons that already look sparkling clean.

The turbulence becomes a bit rough, and when I look over at Eliana, who decided to ditch me and sit with Elena and River, I see that her eyes are wide with panic as she presses her face against the window. River is too busy playing a game on her phone, and Elena is sleeping, so no one is trying to comfort my girl. Unclasping my belt, I stand up and make my way over to her. However, River is in the seat I want.

"May I help you, Reidy?" She smiles sweetly, crossing her left leg over her knee, and tilts her head. I know she's being sarcastic. She knows I want her seat.

"I want your seat." She takes a second to think about it.

"Fifty quid." I grit my teeth, pull out my wallet from my back pocket, and hand her fifty dollars. "You're a good man, Reid." She stands up and pats my shoulder.

I drop down into her seat and nudge Ellie's leg. She's too distracted with what's going on outside to notice mine and River's transaction for the fucking seat.

"Hey, butterfly, you okay?" I whisper in her ear, and her head snaps in my direction. She frowns in confusion, looking in the direction I was previously sat in to see River talking Ivan's ear off about God knows what.

"Should the plane be shaking this bad? I-I've never been on one of these....well I've never been on one of these conscious." My blood boils, but I push down that anger and grab a hold of her hands.

"Completely normal, baby. It's just strong wind." She slowly nods her head and gasps, tightening her hand on mine when the plane starts to shake again.

"I don't like it." I chuckle lightly and kiss the back of her hand.

"Not everybody does, but you're safe," I reassure her as much as I can. "Did you hear what my dad said a few minutes ago?"

She shakes her head and plays with the rings on my fingers. "No, what did he say?"

"We have a private dinner to attend as soon as we land." I don't like the fact that we're heading into this dinner blindly because King won't tell us who will be there, but I trust him enough for him not to put us in a shitty situation that could get us killed. He's been doing this job for a long time.

"Reid." Ellie turns her body away from the window to face me more, and the vulnerable look on her face worries me. That's how she used to look at me back in the orphanage when we were younger — when she had a bad feeling.

"Don't say it."

"I don't have a good feeling, Reid." I close my eyes and inhale a deep breath. "We're heading into really dangerous territory, we're supposed to be laying low, and King wants us to go to a stupid private dinner. That's not what we came here for." She states and I can't deny that she is right. "I'm not attending."