Mafia's tomorrow

8-Hands

comment on whether I should input Jax's POV or not. 

I ignore everything and get a seat. Sophia is next to me within seconds. I lift my head from that luscious couch and look at her.

I know from that look, that she is seconds away from being nosy.

But thankfully, my messiah saves me again.

"Love leave her alone." It was Daniel. I was about to shoot him a thankful glance but decide against it as it may seem rude to Sophia.

Italy that is from where Carson's handle their worldwide business. While we do it from the USA.

I lay my head back and doze off.

***

I am sweating. It is hot. Too hot. I open my eyes and find myself on a bed and not on a seat.

Normally, if anyone is to touch me in my sleep, I would know but somehow I didn't. This is actually scaring me. I am supposed to be on my guard and I was sleeping peacefully. I do not sleep like this back in the US also.

I blame it all on my recent mental exhaustion and the façade I am putting on.

I sit up and notice the surroundings to be of the same style as the rest of the lounging area. I notice that I was carefully placed and there the duvet was placed on me. The shoes were off. As there are no male attendees on the plane except the captain, Jax and Daniel. I am sure Daniel wasn't the one to do it nor was the captain.

I am suddenly conscious of my body. Where his hands might have been? Why couldn't I feel him? Did he...

GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF, CARA. My subconcious scolds me.

I get up. Tie my boots and go to the small bathroom attached. I look myself in the mirror and start treading my fingers out of them. I wash my face and wipe it from the towel underneath the sink after brushing my teeth from an unused toothbrush and toothpaste along with it.

And I am officially ready and make-up free.

What you really thought I had the time to wash my face and get rid of the painting done by Annabelle. Though that painting surely made me look good.

I make my way out from the personal chamber in a plane which is separated by a curtain. I notice that the family is there and chatting happily. And in a family-like-way.

I feel an ache in my chest. I longed for this kind of a family. When my mother was there, she was degraded by the man she called her husband, once her soulmate. But I guess none of that mattered when she couldn't give him an heir.

He cheated on her . While she used to lay in my room with me. Moaning sounds used to from next door of my dad and a new woman everyday. I always wondered what were these noises which always made mum cry. Sure he was a cruel man, even her little daughter had accepted that. But what it was that particularly made her cry in the night when she could hear much louder screaming during the day?

I came to know what they were and I was disgusted. No not disgusted but loathed that man from that day on.

He couldn't have heirs from any other woman except his wife but she couldn't have one anymore. If he did, that child would be a bastard and not have a place in the mafia.

He could have easily chosen me as the heir but he didn't want to let a woman handle his business despite that woman being his own flesh and blood. He never saw me that way. All he did was, use me. Use me to show the world that he is such an amazing person to make his only daughter to be this strong.

"Cara? Cara?" Sophia questioned and my trance broke.

" I am sorry. I zoned out. I hope I am not disturbing."