𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 (𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆)

18

The Bride
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You work off of primal instincts," Rossi says the second we board the plane.

"What do you mean 'primal instincts'?" I ask as he lays back in his chair.

Primal instincts are the way people or animals naturally react or behave, without having to think or learn.

Primal instinct is like a baby crying for food, or in my scenario, me killing when I feel threatened.

Rossi's words, not mine.

"It feeds off of adrenaline, and when the hormone passes a certain point, your body goes into kill mode," he continues explaining and I can't help but get bored with his smart words.

"How do we stop it?" I ask, already begging to get to the point.

"I'm not a fucking psychiatrist, Bella," he rolls his eyes in annoyance as Dante and Lorenzo start eyeing us.

I believe that by now everyone on this plane knows my current situation, thanks to the fucker sitting opposite of me.

He had the nerve to tell everyone how I asked for his help. And let's also mention the cockiness he radiated when he was telling the story.

I laid back in my seat and closed my eyes. I would rather take a nap than have to listen to him speak another word.

The V Island is separated into West and East. The West side is where all the casinos and clubs are located, while the East side is more family-friendly.

The island was a popular vacation spot for many Roman Emperors and other noblemen during that time. They typically stayed on the East side, which now has more cultural significance than the rest of the island.

But I think you can guess which side are we traveling to.

That isn't too much of a problem though, the sides are only a ten-minute drive from one another.

I believe Lorenzo is willing to drive ten minutes so Sofia and I can take pictures.

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A light nudge on my shoulder woke me up from my uncomfortable nap.

I mean it's a private jet, so it should have more comfortable seats.

Yet it doesn't.

My eyes creep open as they're met with ice-blue ones.

"Buongiorno bella" Rossi shouts enthusiastically in Italian. (good morning beautiful!)

I wanted to kill myself.

After a short drive from the airport, we boarded the so-called 'V yacht' that would take us to the island.

The service on the yacht became even more enjoyable once they brought out the food.

Sure, they also brought out martinis, but Sofia was far more excited about that than the rest of us.

However, the travel would've been much more enjoyable if there wasn't constant background bickering coming from Rossi and Dante.

What were they even arguing about?

"Sibling stuff. Don't put much mind to it," Sofia said, as if she was reading my mind.

"But, they're not siblings?" I point out as she sips her drink.

"So? We're not related but I still consider you a sister," she points out and I melt.

"That was the nicest thing you ever said to me,"  I say as I wipe non-existent tears from my eyes.