"You haven't met her, have you? That is my wife, Sonya." My husband gestured a hand at me. "Sonya, this is my uncle, Karma."
𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙'𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙚?
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After three years of marriage...
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TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic description of Gore,Brutality, Violence
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"This is boujee..." Bullet's eyes roamed around the whole plane, his mouth agape. He's in complete awe with the extravagance of every detail of the interior of the plane, especially the gold accents everywhere. "A new plane, Luci?" he asked through the open door of the cockpit.
"This is Darcy Galanis' plane," Luci answered while he watched the controls in front of him.
South placed his champagne glass down the table in front of him. "How the fuck did you get it?"
Luci poked his head out of the cockpit, grinning with his gaze directed at the man in front of me who's buried in his laptop. "Praise our hardworking Akuma right there. He did well going in their system."
Our eyes turned to Akuma. He lifted his gaze up from his laptop, looking at us.
"You're all welcome," he said almost monotonously.
South reclined on his seat, crossing leg on top of the table across from where Akuma and I were sitting. "Cal would've loved this shit."
Akuma took the champagne glass beside his laptop and sipped on it. "She won't experience this." He looked back to his laptop. "Not anymore."
The air became silent because of his words. Even I couldn't say anything.
We just boarded the plane that'll take us to the main branch where we will take our orders. The blacklist orders that will set us free. The tension is in the air because we just left everything that we had for this. But we're still trying to be positive.
Kaya nagbukas ng champagne si Bullet na pinagsaluhan naming lahat. As a celebration, he said. But I know he just wants to calm his nerves.
I looked over at South. He gave me the same look. We both turned to Bullet who's occupying the solo reclining seat across South.
He sipped from his champagne glass before clearing his throat. "Not planning to get rich in the future?"
