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I down my drink and shudder. Nothing like a little pre-flight drinking. “They just…shit. I don’t like being treated like a delicate girl who doesn’t know what she wants.”
“Well, I’d never do that to you,” she says. “Hey, at least they sent you a private plane. Positives.”
“To make sure I get the fuck out of town.” I pause. “And they left me the jewels.”
“Which are packed?”
“No. I left them.”
Harry goes still. “You did what now?”
“Left them.”
She smacks her forward with a grunt. “Girl, you are all kinds of crazy fool.”
It’s a private airstrip, and the plane is small, gorgeous, sleek. I walk up to the staircase and take in a breath.
I don’t know how my heart can break again, but it does. Every shard cuts hot into me.
“I’ll meet you on there,” Harry says to me. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom.”
“They have one on board.”
Her brows rise. “And miss out on a visit to the restroom at a private ass airstrip? No fucking way. That place looks like a spa. I want to see the bathroom.”
Before I can say a word, she runs off, back into the building.
“We’re heading to LA,” I yell after her, but she doesn’t respond, so I climb on board.
The pretty stewardess greets me when I step into the body of the plane. There are plush seats with enough room to put a first class international flight to shame, and as I step through the sliding doors, I’m greeted with what looks like a gorgeous living room with a bar. There are more rooms after it, like a mini mansion in the sky, and I’m about to marvel at the luxury of it all when the door shuts behind me and my stomach dips.
I’m not alone.
A man comes out from the back. He’s blond in a T-shirt and jeans, and his arms are inked. Multiple silver rings adorn his fingers.
My breathing stutters.
Jac.
Another man appears behind him.
Hendrick, in black jeans and a black sweater. At first, I think I’m hallucinating—an extra level of torture that my mind conjured up to really fuck with me. But then, my body reacts to their presence, my heart hammering and my knees almost giving out. Thank fuck there’s a vase on a side table near me because I pick it up and hurl it at them.
They sidestep it easily to avoid being hit.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I snarl at them.
“Told you she’d be happy to see us,” Jac chuckles.
“Fucking assholes. I fucking hate you both. Get off my plane.”
Jac storms up and grabs me by the throat, spinning me and slamming me into Hendrick, who pushes a hand down by pants.
“Your wet pussy tells a different story, Cat,” Hendrick murmurs as I grapple with Jac’s hand that’s gripping me.
“Let go of me,” I say. “Harry—”
“Isn’t coming.” Jac comes in and kisses me hard. Then he lets me go.
