Zia Knight is a great chef and owner of multiple well-known restaurants and cafes around U.S at the age of 22 years old. However, not wanting to be in the limelight she hides her identity and pretends to be a worker than the owner of her businesses...
"The mexican cartel is working with whoever is aiming at the twins, you and the boys. I want you to stay put at the French hotel owned by our ally. The twins and the boys will catch up with you." Rose said calculatively.
"What about ..." she interrupted me. "Your boyfriend arrival will have to be postponed. We want him to stay with his family so we can tighten up the security there all together." I nodded worriedly.
I looked into her fiery eyes and I could see her determination, anger, caution and most obvious feeling is fear. I wonder why fear? could it be she's having a flashback from her previous kidnapping case and hoping for the boys to not go through what she and I went through?
Or could it be fear from not wanting to lose anyone she cares and loves, family and friends or the ones' her loved ones close to?
I am sure it would break me if I lose the boys, but maybe she's putting pressure on herself to make sure I don't have to go through such pain and sufferring on her behalf.
or maybe I am just overthinking this.
I look outside the private jet window. The cloud seems so comfortable, fluffy and gentle. It's entirely different to my current life, insecure, unsafe, concern, worries, dark and bloody running through my mind 24/7.
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I slowly closed off my eyes to relieve me from the headache that is forming slowly but excruciatingly.
Yet, I could still hear the conversation between the people in the plane are talking about. Rose and the mysterious French man, are speaking in French about the plan they are forming, security rotation, the people in charge of certain parts in the plan, and lastly my roles in the whole war.
Me? How come me? Why me?
I cannot... too much.. the headache is too unbearable now.
I opened my eyes from the plane being recently landed to one of Rose's private airstrips.
The security in the private jet took our luggage and bags, meanwhile I was following Rose and the French man behind quite closely.
"Zia you must be tired. You should go to the hotel suite. We have extra security and driver to get you there. Me and the others will meet you there tomorrow." I nodded unsurely.
"Don't worry and just rest, there might not be much of rest from tomorrow on wards. You got to physically and mentally prepare yourself for this, understood?" once again I reply with a silent nod.
Rose looked at me for a couple second before she pulled me and close our distance with a tight hug.
This is what I need, needed and needing. I just want a warm hug from the one I love and cares. Also to stroke my hair and kiss both of my cheeks and said
