Trillionaires' War

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

If looks could kill, Francesco would be dead right now. Helena has been silently sending death glares his way since he forcefully strapped her to the recliner seat once we boarded the private jet. Lucky me, note the sarcasm, I got stuck sitting next to her. All the while the Genovese brothers talked away in their native tongue, looking way too serious for whatever conversation they were having.

For the first time in a while I feel bored sitting here for hours without doing anything. The problem with me is when I'm bored, I get tired. I yawn more loudly that I want to and it brings unnecessary tears to my eyes. Marcus looks my way for a brief moment. I smile a little, letting him know I'm okay. Francesco narrows his eyes at me, not liking the interruption. I look away and opt to stare out the window instead. I hear Marcus order something in Italian, but I refuse to look his way to avoid annoying his brother further. When I hear them pick up their conversation again, I sigh silently. It's weird being 'not' busy. I kinda miss work to be honest. Or at least the respect that came along with it. Here I'm just Marcus's pregnant ex. At work, I'm the boss. What I say goes, not Francesco or Marcus, but me. It's my own thing.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Genovese?" Someone calls out to Helena. "Excuse me?" She repeats.

"For fucks sake, Chloe!" Helena gets my attention.

I peal my eyes away from the window and turn to her. "What?"

"He's talking to you." She looks annoyed by having to explain what she considers obvious.

"Oh." The flight attendant immediately puts his head down, avoiding eye contact, and hands me a blanket below a pillow. "Thanks?" I eye Marcus, but he's too distracted in Franecsco's words to notice. "I'm not married. Just call me Chloe." I correct him, trying to lighten up his already terrifed stance. Beads of sweat form on his forehead. "Hey, are you-?" He scatters away before I had a chance to ask him if he was okay. Poor guy. What's got him so scared?

"He's not allowed to look at you. Orders stemmed from jealousy." Helena explains.

"That's stupid."

"Possessiveness comes with the territory."

In another time, I would care, but I'm too tired too. I place my pillow behind me and recline my seat. Cozying up to the blanket, I close my eyes and try to rest for the remainder of the flight.

"Are you done getting cozy?" Helena snaps. I ignore her. "Untie me." She orders.

I yawn again and refuse to open my eyes. "I'm not getting involved."

"Useless." She bite backs. "Fucking useless."

"Compliments won't get you anywhere with me." I sarcastically say opening my eyes to meet her annoyed ones. I frown when she fights against the restraints like she will somehow Hulk out of them. She let's out a frustrated breath when she doesn't succeed. "What did you do anyways?" I'm genuinely curious.

She fights against the restraints, grunting with anger when she fails yet again. At this point, I think Marcus and Francesco are just blantly ignoring her because she's not being quiet about her intentions to get out of it. Funny because I yawn and Francesco gets pissed off. Helena's cursing his very existence and nothing. Not even a tiny glare pointed to her. How very fair of him.

"So are you going to tell me what you did? Or can I go back to sleep?"

"I did nothing this-" She stills in realization. "The last time he did this he thought I was going to kill everyone on board." Her eyes revert back to her husband with a glare. I can practically see the steam coming out of her ears as her expression turns deadly.