Bullets Make Royalty

CHAPTER TWO

I had a few questions answered. Why my office was moved every other month and I've only worked there for ten months. Why the lower levels looked like they were living the dream: A life without fear. It made me wish I was a little mediocre at my job. I didn't like accounting but I was good at it. And because I'm decent, I'm moving closer into dangerous territory. And now I'm meeting this man's leader? All the federal charges that guy must have makes my head itch.

I walked out of the building with Reese, greeting death stares by many women. I would be blind if I didn't know why. Reese isn't a bad looking guy. Some may even call him stunning. He had a muscular and sculpted body. His wavy combed over hair that reached his neck made the ladies drool. All I saw was the devil in dress shoes.

A limo pulled up in front of us. He was going to open the door for me but I beat him to it. Killers with manners. Laughable.

I stepped into the leather embedded vehicle. Reese gave me an annoyed look at me and tapped on the driver's shoulder to signal us to leave. The limo was silent.

"I'm assuming I'm not going to be able to take any possessions from my apartment, right?"

He chuckled at my question.

"It seems like you already know the answer, Ms. Flores."

We pulled up to the airport and passed by multiple security checkpoints. I should've known we weren't normal people who just rode on JetBlue or SouthWest airlines. Instead, we drove up to a plane runway to board a private jet.

I was never destitute or anything. I'll never say that. But my parents were both immigrants so you had to work a little more than the average person to get somewhere. Never in my life, I thought I would board a private jet. Nor did I think I would have my life threatened every day. I guess everything comes with a price.

The limo driver opened the door for me as I stepped out of the car and made my way to the jet, only carrying my purse as luggage.

I carefully trod up the steps, praying the wedge of my heel wouldn't get stuck in the cracks.

I stepped in and didn't even notice until seconds later that my mouth was hanging wide open. The luxury seating and bar was enough for me to feel like I was on top of the world.

I heard Reese clear his throat behind me so I quickly sat in the padded leather seat near the closest window. The child in me loved watching the plane ascend into the air. Simpler times I tell you...

I buckled my seat belt as Reese sat directly across from me. The pilot voiced an all-clear to the intercom. I looked out the window as I saw myself leaving to go to the unexpected. With everything going on, I haven't even had enough time to panic. My life has been filled with a bunch of meaningless hoorays but I didn't want it to end like this. For my existence to possibly just disappear. My fate was in the hands of murders. I needed a drink.

I guess it was perfect timing because I was approached by a brunette I assumed to be a flight attendant.

"Is there anything you'll like ma'am?" she asked. Her voice was calming. It made me slightly less tense.

I exhaled the rest of the energy that prevented me from speaking.

"A scotch, three fireball shots if possible, and a cup of ice, please?"

She nodded and left the room. I was left with Reese's questionable glare he sent towards me. It was going on too long and I was growing to be annoyed. Think Tasha.

"If you really wanted to stare at something,  at least look at a TV. I promise you'll feel  more entertained!"

He burst out laughing.