I wince and the feeling of someone touching me. I had completely zoned out. Dante was untying me, and freeing me of the extra belts.
"He told me to," Dante said as he unbuckled the last of the many.
"I really hate him."
"He's not that bad," Dante whispered.
"I could die like this."
"He won't kill you."
"How do you know?" I inquired.
"Trust me, the day I met you, I knew he wouldn't even think of killing you."
"Your thoughts can differ from his," I snapped back.
"Look, dove, I think I've known him long enough."
"How long?"
"Probably a good ten years."
"How old is he! 55?" I exclaimed.
"How old do I look to you?" Dante laughed back.
"Well," I stammer.
"No, I just began working for him when I was about 18. I was initially just to keep him company, now I've grown."
"So you're the older one," I concluded.
"Precisely."
The second I feel the earth rumble below the wheels of the flight I was ready to be freed. I wasn't used to traveling in private jets for silent hours of people clinking glasses of wine.
I get up and I hear Victor say something about me to Dante.
I wanted to get off this damned flight so badly, despite what Dante had said. As soon as I rush off, and down the steps, all I saw in my line of sight was a bunch of grass. Yes, grass. Grass that was blowing in the force of the propeller engines of the jet.
My hair flew in my face as I turned around.
"Now what?" I yell, hands on my hips. I had expectations. Maybe they were too high. I was really looking forward to some nice vehicle waiting here for us to land. All there was was barren land and a small outline of buildings at the horizon. The sun was slowly setting and I just stood there.
"She's a tough one," I hear Dante say to Victor.
Victor says something back, but the engine whirred louder, drowning out his voice.
As we file into the hotel, Dante is listing all the duties we have here for our stay in Paris. Tomorrow night we had a meeting at one of his clubs to discuss ownerships and managements. At least that's what I was told.
"And then we have a large gathering, a party," Dante continued.
"Party? What party?" I blurt.
"It's a gathering of all the large gangsters in Europe," he began, "He brought you because leaving you behind gives you an easy chance to escape."
I instinctively rolled my eyes as Victor walked sternly ahead of us, hands in his pocket. His strong figure and muscular body peered through the tightly fitted shirt.
What was he trying to do.
What was he doing to me?
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