Facade - Jacob Elordi

eighteen

Charlotte Hart

"Where's my purse?" I asked as Wesley arrived at the airport.

The treck to get here wasn't easy. Every turn had me gripping the seat in fear I would ruin his backseat with my bile. I refused to use the wheelchair as we loaded everything up at the hotel, and now I'm really regretting it. Barry ended up putting all of his things in it instead so he wouldn't have to carry so much. I think he was more than happy that I'd walk.

"I'm not sure. Didn't you pack your own shit?" Wesley asked as he drove straight to the air strip, the conductors allowing him access.

"No, they did. So, there's no telling where it is. It has my badge and all my pills. I definitely need a Zofran and Valium," I laughed because I sounded like an addict. But honestly, if I don't take them soon I fear for this plane ride.

"I've got Valium right here," He said pulling out a small baggie of white powder. "Or is it this one?" Wesley stared at now two small bags of powder trying to figure out which was which.

"Actually, it's okay. I'll just wait until I find mine," I hesitantly chuckled as he still examined the baggies and shrugged at my declination.

Jacob and Barry drove separate even though they definitely could have squeezed into this car. All the bags made it a big tight, but Barry was significantly smaller and could fit in the back with me. I remember hearing them discussing a deal they needed to close before boarding the plane, so I assume that's where they are. I feel like I'm back to the starting line with all of them. Although, I do like Wesley's company the most. He's kind, patient, and funny— all the attributes Jacob and Barry couldn't have even combined.

"When do you think they will get here?" I asked as we waited in the air conditioned car. I saw the branded private jet roll out as it got into position on the strip.

"They're on their way now. Shouldn't be more than 10 minutes," He replied as he looked at his phone. "I can start unloading our bags while we wait. Maybe find your purse."

"Are you coming?"

"Sure am, Missy," He answered with a smile.

Somehow that made all of this a little better.

Jacob Elordi

"What a fucking deal, man," I joyfully boasted to Barry as we drove away from the warehouse. "We just made 50 mil. They had no idea what they were doing," I laughed as I drove towards the airport.

"Connell isn't getting any of it considering the shit he pulled with Charlotte. It's all under the table, right?" Barry asked me as he shoved random shit on top of the duffel filled with hundreds of wads of cash we just made just to make sure if anyone opens it they don't see the insanely incriminating amount of money we're carrying. Not that it would be a big problem, though. We've had a couple instances where everything's been searched, and just paid off the security. It's crazy what people will turn a blind eye for with money.

"I told them to go through me next time, so Connell won't know anything."

If Connell finds out then we're in deep shit, but it's nothing we can't handle. This is exactly what happened last time. I don't understand his obsession with who I bring around, and I don't know why I thought it would be different this time. It's my fault that I took her to that dinner, but what Connell wants, he gets. I thought if I showed him my cards by meeting her instead of hiding her away, he wouldn't do this to me. He loves the chase, though. I strictly told him she's training to lead property management, but he wants to run her away so my hands are full and I can't focus on my side of the business. He's afraid I'll overpower him, but he's the one who built me.