Broken Laws of Attraction

Chapter 11: Favourite Boss

Isaac wakes up to an unexpected alarm next to the bed, displaying that in 20 minutes they are landing in Russia. He trudges over to the bedside table where his hands wander over the alarm to turn it off the horrendous sound it was emitting. Eventually, when silence entered the room, he goes to the bathroom to freshen up, then grabs the duffel bag and heads out the door. He is astounded at the sight in front him, Kaira on the chair shivering, whimpering, her face reveals complete horror. Isaac bends down and softly shook her shoulder. 

"Kaira wakes up, we are about to land," he whispers in her ear. Her chocolate coloured eyes shot open, surveying her surroundings. She sits up fixing her hair, and rubbing her face ridding of the tired look on her face. She had the dream again, she couldn't help hate herself for remembering such things.

"Thank you for waking me up," she grumbles getting up from the chair, she almost fell, Isaac quickly grabs her arm and pulls her up. She snatches her arm back as if he is lethal to her.

 "Thanks again," she mumbles under her breath and scurries into the room to freshen up. Isaac chuckles at this and sits on a chair puts his seatbelt on. After a few minutes, Kaira came out of the room and sat on the chair furthest away from him again. He notices the distressed look on Kaira, her hands tighten around the hand rests as her squeeze shut as they start to land.

Isaac closes his eyes as the plane starts to dive to the ground enjoying the thrill of landing. After the smooth landing, Kaira and Isaac both grab their bags and head out of the plane. All the a sudden a guy runs toward Kaira and bows his head slightly, and Kaira does the same to him. She looks back nervously at Isaac who is staring at the whole thing. 

"Get this plane back to New York. If he knows I am here, I am dead," she whispers to him as they walk past him, he gives a nod and gets onto the plane.

Who would want to kill her? And Why? Questions about Kaira continue to haunt me, she is like a ghost walking in the living world.

"Come one, are rides are at the back of the plane," she says walking to the back of the plane. As soon as the door slowly pulled down, a full black with green accents, cutting-edge bikes appeared. Isaac's eyes glint in excitement

 Isaac looks at them in awe,  "This is Kawasaki Ninja H2R, travel over 290 miles per hour. You only use this when I am there with you. If the Russian mafia even sniffs richness of you, you are dead. So only if I am there or any of my employees are with you." Kaira tells him.

 Kaira throws one of the keys to him, put her bags under the seat and places myself on the bike. Isaac follows her actions. Both start their engine, and it roars in the jammed area they were in. They drive out of the plane and start to tear through the roads of Russia. 

At last Kaira feels somewhat tranquillity in her mind as she glides through the roads, her mind wanders to her daughter's smiling face, her mercury eyes glistening and her a black her descending down her back. Her image floats away as she hears the bustling roads of Moscow. 

Isaac notices the peace seeping into Kaira's eyes as they gaze into the winding roads; her face relaxes as the wind hits her face. Her long hair floating between the breeze. An innocent smile creeps into his face as he wonders what she is thinking about. Is it Enzo? Does she still love him? His conscience continues to deny all these possibilities, as he shakes those thoughts away annoyed why he would care.

Kaira's eyes scan the area for a cheap motel for them to stay in, not wanting to waste her money. After 30 minutes of aimless driving through Russian traffic, she finds a cheap hotel in some murky alleyway. Kaira parks the bike behind a dumpster, take out her bags and covered it with muddy blankets in the trash. Isaac copies her exactly, both haven't spoken much throughout the journey here, but the silence is satisfying to both. But it isn't going to last too long.