01| Plane Friend

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Vanessa D'Angelo
June 2
France, Paris

"Ahh Mama, I am in the waiting room now...yes I'll talk to you soon.... I'll be careful I promise...okay you too love bye bye".

That must have been her sixth call since I walked away two hours ago, I know she can be a bit overprotective but that's what a mother does right? After all, we are in the mafia and it's a dangerous world.

You must be wondering who I am, well I'm Vanessa D'Angelo A.K.A Nessa/Ness. I am seventeen years old and live in France but as of right now, I am going to America to stay with my aunt for the Summer holiday, I'm about to attend College there.

Now heading to America since I graduated high school, I wanted to attend college elsewhere and to get away from my parents. Don't get me wrong they aren't a bad one but they are very strict and maybe being away from them will give me more freedom.

Living in France with my mother, step-father, brother, and our mafia is not an easy task. Yes, mafia.

My mother and I have been running it, well her mostly, I'm just being prepared to take over. She inherited it from her mother and now it will be passed down to me after graduating college, as for my father, he is somewhere in the world with his new family, I do not know him and to be honest am not interested after he kicked my mother out of his life. She doesn't tell me the whole story about them, just that her parents forced her into an arranged marriage and that I was the only good thing that came out of it 'Her nes' that's what she calls me. I used to look for him on social media but there's nothing I could find it's like he's a ghost, so I stopped. Eventually, she got remarried and life went on.

Right now I am excited but also a little bit nervous, happy to see my other family members and best friend, but nervous because I am afraid of heights I am literally sweating and shaking right now, I mean two lovely old couples already walked by and asked if I was okay and needed help, one asked if I needed my mommy.

It was embarrassing.

Yes, I do. But I didn't tell them that.

After some time everyone was now sorted and seated, the pilot stated the aircraft type, flight number, route, weather, time of departure, and landing and reminded us about the airline's seatbelt policy. Safety first.

I had already bought a ticket when my step-father had insisted on buying one for me but I declined telling him that it was not needed and had already bought it. They asked how I managed to buy it so last minute but when you have links it works my parents don't know about my killing as yet and I intend for it to stay like that, I told them that my brother bought it and they didn't push any further about it, my first kill was a man who was forcing himself on my friend, the only person that knows about it is my brother, he promised to keep it a secret as long as I tell him about my missions so that if anything he has an idea of what to do and where to start.

The plane took off and I was not okay, I kept trying to control my breathing, but I could only go as much.

Just as I was about to say a short prayer a tap on my shoulder made me open my eyes. "Excuse my disturbance but I was wondering if we could use the seat beside you, there was an accident and the person wants to be moved." It was a flight attendant, she was short, with blonde hair, and beautiful dark skin. Right, I also paid for two seats because I was trying to avoid anyone sitting next to me but of course, something like this would happen.

"Sure" she turned to walk away when I called her back " Is the person a creep? Because if he is I can't help you".

She smiled "Quite the opposite miss"

"Okay, then they can use it." She thanked me and went to call the person. Who would want to sit with a person who is a creep for hours surely not me.

Sometime later the flight attendant returned with a boy around my age or maybe a little bit older behind her "This is your seat sir and we do apologize for the inconvenience."

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