Forgiving

Chapter Thirteen

Two Weeks Later

I was sat on Josh's private jet with a blindfold on and some soundproof headphones playing some horribly annoying music to tease me. He told me where we were going this week was a surprise. My week with Josh had been amazing, Rome, Naples and Venice were gorgeous and working was fun. Interrogations... assassinations, I had proven to be a little too good at them which surprisingly pleased him. We also met with another Italian Mafia that resides in Naples, that have a good relationship with them for whatever reason.

I remember a few of them from the big meeting with Viktor and they were shocked to see me, neither Josh nor I went into much detail about me being there. We only went for a meal to explain that we'd taken care of a few people for them, apparently Josh owed them one for something or other. When that week had ended I was back with Eric. We went to Morocco for nothing more than a holiday. Five star and it was beautiful, like with Josh I ended up staying in his room for the week. The hotel staff were warned that I had a 'sleep disorder' and that I wake up screaming and it was nothing to worry about. They still checked on us every night.

I felt the plane land and Josh kiss my forehead as he took the headphones off of me. "Thank fuck, what was that god awful music... are you trying to kill me!" I complained. "Annabelle it's Drake..." he laughed. "Exactly!" I grumbled, "I never have any idea what he's going on about!" Still blindfolded he led me out of the plane. He stood me still for a moment then took the blindfold off. I smiled at the view, "we're back in New York!"

"I thought I'd give you a real guided tour so you can see everything and this time not get kidnapped nor poisoned!" He teased, "we'll go to broadway and watch a show, go up the Empire State Building." It all sounded amazing but... "The police here know my face smart arse, we've got to be careful!" I added. "The police everywhere know your face but when you're with the Mafia they won't interfere or they'll be killed," he chuckled. "Good point!" I mused, "now then... Starbucks!!!!"

He laughed and we went through security. He was right when they said they knew exactly who I was but they wouldn't interfere. They looked like they were about to press the buzzer to sound the alarm when the saw me but Josh got his gun out just enough for them to see and pulled a very angry face. I felt a little scared, unsure of what they were going to do so I got my little teddy out of my bag and held it to my face to soothe me. The security knew they had no chance of getting me without Josh shooting people so they let us through. "God bless you child..." he whispered as I passed, "and your little one in heaven."

Fear crept into me once more. The public knew? They knew I had a miscarriage? Does that mean my parents know? Josh's hand rested on my waist. "Shhh baby doll," he cooed, "it's okay... breath." I hadn't even noticed I was hyperventilating. I felt a little dizzy and staggered. He caught me and lifted me up into his arms. "Alright, that's enough excitement for today," he said, "we'll get you a Starbucks and head straight to my place so you can relax."

He was quick to get me out of the airport and away from the people watching me, wondering what I've been through... hoping I would be safe and home one day. False dreams. As Hugo told me when I ran off back to England, I don't belong in their world anymore. The world of 9-5 work, watching the news and being appalled at serial killers and people who steal. The world of can't be arsed weekends in with a bottle of wine and a takeaway. The world of do I spend the little left of this months wage on some new clothes since the ones you have are old OR on some appliance you definitely need OR into the savings account you promised you'd start a year ago.

I was gently placed into another one of Josh's ridiculous limo's. "You've got a thing about limo's," I laughed meekly, trying my best to settle. "I like to ride in luxury," he explained, "what would you like from Starbucks?" I thought for a moment and realised it was autumn. "Pumpkin spice frappuccino please!" I squealed excitedly. "I thought you don't like milk?" Josh chuckled. "I like it in stuff apart from coffee or too much in tea, a frappuccino is like a desert so it's yummy... plus the pumpkin gets rid of the milk taste," I explained.