DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Uh Oh

I eye the sleek black jet in front of me before throwing my leg over the motorcycle.

It has been fifteen minutes since we left Freddy and his team at the decoy flight site. Jasper had taken us across the city and I'm sure he broke some major speed limits on his way here.

"Come vanno i preparativi?" Jasper asks as a man in casual clothing walks towards us on the dimly lit strip. "Siamo pronti per la partenza?"

"Sì, l'esca è stata espulsa, dobbiamo spostare no," he replies before looking towards me and bowing his head, 'Capa" leaving his lips.

"Hello and you don't have to do that," I say eying the two men.

"It is courtesy to treat the Capo's woman with respect," he says in fluent English, his Italian accent almost impossible to pick up. He has been in the states for a while.

He is a dirty blonde with honey brown eyes and looks years younger than me, maybe 20 or late teens. Just how young were these men recruited into this business?

I nod acknowledging his explanation and he nods before turning to Jasper, speaking in fluent Italian.

Based on their discussion, they have deployed the decoy and it is time for us to leave. They speak of Adonis checking in a few minutes ago and that we are behind schedule. Jasper then instructs Tomas, the young man, to tell the pilot to get ready and that we need to be in the air as soon as possible.

"Capa we need to leave now. Will you please follow me?" he asks and I nod, following him as he leads us towards the jet.

I don't think I should give away the fact that I understand Italian yet, I still feel iffy about all this. Sure, I did reply to his code in Italian but as far he knows I might not fluent in it.

"Is everything okay?" I ask as we reach the stairs leading to the jet's door.

"The decoy is up so we need to leave soon," is his response before gesturing for me to go up the ramp. "I will be with you in a moment."

I nod, walking up the ramp mindful of the gun on my thigh. If anything goes wrong I won't hesitate to use it. Stepping into the jet, I am greeted by a chic, cream interior with a nap area, comfy-looking seats and a mini-fridge to the left side.

I make my way to the closest seat watching through the window as Jasper speaks with a group of men and I furrow my brows. I nearly jump from my seat when the phone strapped to my thigh vibrates and I grab it quickly.

I need to put it on silent. Lord knows if someone had heard it, I'd lose the upper hand.

I don't recognize the number that pops up on the screen but I accept the call, listening for the person to make themselves known.

"Miss Blake? I heard you have successfully reached the flight site, unharmed."

"Adonis?" I scrunch my nose in confusion. "Why are you calling me on a different nu-"

"I was being monitored," he explains, cutting me off. "They had tapped into my phone and I had to stage the decoy so we could get you out safely. I didn't count on you calling me to confirm the switch so I had to hang up before you gave away the plan. The call to Jasper was to ensure they thought you went ahead with the plan and also for your reassurance."

"Okay, so this is not a trap and we are going to land in Italy, safe and sound and I will be able to see Dy-Cristiano?" I ask, my fear easing a bit.

"Yes, you are in good hands. Just sit back and relax. You have a long flight ahead of you. I will see you in Palermo in a few hours," he reassures and I sigh.