forbidden fruit//a.aretas

~Chapter 11~

Armando's pov

"Wassup cariña." (Sweetheart) I say to Jasmine. It was my first time seeing her in months and fuck did I miss her. Even seeing my dad didn't lift my spirits like she did. It was to the point I craved for her to be near me all the time. Her little dimple when she smiled. Her soft hair. God she was beautiful. I even missed that smart ass mouth.

"Hey delinquent."

Yeah. I missed her smart mouth the most. I watched her closely as she went to sit down in her chair. She was wearing one of those little 'baby ts' or that's what she called them. But the one where a little bit of her stomach was out. And of course, not a surprise, some little shorts on. With the band folded over on the top. Her hair was down and straight, with those cute nerdy glasses. All I wanted to do was kiss her. I didn't even care if my dad and Marcus were watching.

"You gotta lil drool right there." I hear Marcus whisper. I roll my eyes looking away. He's definitely onto us, and definitely believes he knows everything. Luckily Mike was now conversing with Jasmine, or he would've definitely had some questions for me. Not that I cared, but Jasmine did, so I wouldn't say anything just yet. I took notice of the stitches and the fading bruising on her skin. But I held my tongue, as everyone began to strap in and prepare for takeoff. My cage shakes as the rotors start to spin.

This is finna be a long ride...

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3rd person

It's been about 10 minutes and Marcus and Jasmine continue to talk animatedly on the plane. While Mike meditates, and Armando watches the two talking and remains silent. This continues until there's a slight shift in the plane's directory. Though Marcus seems to be the only one who has detected it. At this Marcus quickly stands up and begins looking outside to see the helicopter's surroundings.

"What the hell are you doing Marcus?" Mike asks furrowing his brows. Curious, Jasmine reaches to unbuckle her own seatbelts, only to realize they're jammed.

"What the hell." She mumbles continuing to tug at the belts. At this point Marcus is trying to peer through the peephole of the door when the door slams open. Knocking Marcus into a nearby seat. Shots ring out, as the perpetrators shoot down the staff. Mike quickly unbuckles jumping into action. Working to unarm the first man who shot everyone. Just as the cockpit begins to open. Jasmine angrily tugs onto the straps but to no avail.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She groans trying the shimmy her body out of the restraints. Though it proves futile as the fight raged on. Mike fighting one, while Marcus fought the other. Stray bullets flew everywhere. Until the plane suddenly dipped down. Sending everyone sprawling, including Armando in the cage. Jasmine's feet dangled wildly until she remembered the knife she always kept. She strained to grab it out her boot, but when she did, she began cutting her seatbelt straps away. At this she rises from her seat and stabs the man Mike is fighting right in the back, before deploying his parachute. Sending him flying out the aircraft. Then Marcus runs from the control room holding the gun one of the hooded figures had ,

"We welcome the storm mother-" he begins before the craft shakes violently sending him into the wall of the helicopter. Followed by Jasmine, who was also thrown into the wall. Mike continues to fight one of the masked perpetrators. Both exchanging blows, until Mike is slung to the other side of the helicopter. Jasmine quickly regains her footing, and engages in combat with the man that was fighting Mike. She begins reigning punches on him. Slamming him into Armando's cage. She reaches for her knife but the perpetrator squeezes the stitches on her arm making her grimace. She elbows him in the jaw with the opposite arm.

"The mask mi amor." (my love) Armando shouts. Jasmine quickly reaches for the cloth but the mysterious man unlocks Armando's cell, sending it flying into Jasmine, and Mike who was regaining his bearings. They both wince as the man jumps out the cockpit. Then suddenly an explosion goes off and the aircraft shakes. Suddenly Armando's cell goes flying towards the exit.

"No!" Jasmine screams jumping towards the rope. Trying the hold it with all her might.

"Get me out of this fucking cage." Armando says panicking as the air from outside picks up the closer and closer he gets to the edge.

"Marcus!" Mike yells.

"Mike!" Marcus yells back coming from the control room. The plane begins spiraling, lifting Jasmine out the air even as she held on to the rope. Marcus quickly jumps to also aid in holding the rope, as he and Jasmine continue to try and hold the rope.

"It's too heavy Mike. Hurry up dammit." Jasmine growls. The rope scraping her already scraped up hands. Mike rushes for the keys in one of the dead men's pockets. The cage slowly slips closer and closer to the edge as the rope almost gives way. Jasmine and Marcus groan out trying to keep hold, while Armando begins to panic as his cage comes closer to dropping out the back of the helicopter. Mike finally finds the key and throws open the cage door.

As if on que, the rope snaps. Sending Marcus and Jasmine dropping to the floor. Mike grabs Armando just in time as everyone makes their way to the pilot controls. Jasmine quickly throws the dead body to the side before taking a seat in the pilot's seat. Followed by Armando who sits in the co-pilot seat. Jasmine begins clicking a plethora of buttons on the controls. Astonishing all the men present. Armando quickly unlocks his cuffs grabbing the stick.

"There's a lake right there, we're gonna have to make a crash landing. Our rotors blown." She says quickly. Armando nods moving with her to steer the craft upright.

"Where the hell y'all learn how to fly?" Marcus yells to the young adults. Armando continues to work his share before replying,

"I'm a drug dealer man-"

"To the right." Jasmine yells. Causing her and Armando to steer harshly to the side. Everybody prepares themselves for the impact, as they crash into the water.

BOOM

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