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“I have to say, Alessio. I’ve been surprised by your interest in my business and to see you have had a change of heart,” he studied me carefully before taking a sip of the drugged drink.
“Like I said before, I was living under the watchful eye of my papi. Now I am Don, I can do what I like. He didn’t have the stomach for the hardcore world we really live in. He was a traditional man. I am not,” I replied with a sly smirk.
“I had my doubts but… you have proven to me that we are like-minded individuals. I think we will work very well together.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
His soulless eyes slid down to my hand where the Barbieri signet ring adorned my wedding finger, hiding Elle’s name from view. My actual wedding ring was on a metal chain around my neck, keeping her close to my heart.
“I noticed you wear the Barbieri crest on your wedding finger?” he asked curiously as I smirked.
“It feels only right. I am married to my position.”
He laughed deeply, causing his lips to pull back and his gold-plated teeth to flash brightly. “Best way to be. A woman’s place is in the bed. That is all they are truly good for.”
He yawned abruptly, the action and sudden drowsiness taking him by surprise.
“Am I boring you?” I teased as he shook his head, yawning again.
“No. I just don’t have the energy I once had. But you are only as old as you feel, hey?”
“Why don’t you go have a lie down. We have a few more hours until we land.”
“Yeah. Maybe I will,” he placed his glass down and pulled himself out of his chair. I watched his back as he moved a little unsteadily down the aisle towards the private bedroom. His men attempted to stand, but he swatted them away dismissively and shut the door. My heart beats started to increase with speed, but I remained composed and inconspicuous in my chair as I downed the rest of my drink and tapped my watch, hitting the timer. As soon as his head touched that pillow, he’d be out and I’d have roughly one hour until he woke again.
I grabbed my hand luggage from under my seat and lifted it onto my lap. One of his soldiers glanced in my direction, watching my every move. I stayed calm, pulling out one of my papi’s old cigars and placing it between my lips.
“Got a light?” I mumbled over to the closest soldier. He stood up, strolling towards me as my eyes recalculated the distance between me and the other three. I was about to take out four grown men as quietly as I could, so the pilots didn't become aware of the commotion and send out a distress signal.
He paused in front of me, flicking out his lighter as I leaned my head forwards to light the cigar. Taking one long puff to distract him, my hand found its way inside my bag to my gun with the silencer attached. I held his gaze.
“Grazie.”
He closed his zippo and, in a flash, I pulled out the gun, pressed it under his chin and pulled the trigger.
The other three were on their feet in an instant as I jumped up and managed to shoot another between the eyes before he had raised his own gun. Throwing a knife from my pocket, it spun through the air and landed in one soldier's shoulder, causing him to fall back into his seat with a groan as I charged down the aisle towards the third. His gun fired, the bullet missing my head by an inch, but I didn’t let it deter me. Grabbing his arm, I smashed it backwards over my thigh until the gun fell from his grasp and sent a brutal punch into his face. He lifted his boot and kicked me in the chest, causing me to fall back on the carpet as he dived forwards to climb on top of me. Reaching for his gun, I shot him in the chest twice before he had a chance to attack. I didn’t have a moment to catch my breath as the last soldier alive was now back on his feet, holding the bloody knife in his hand that I had stabbed him with. Throwing himself on top of me with the knife raised in the air to slice through my skull, I grabbed his wrist with all my strength to stop him. The knife hung inches from my face as we gritted and groaned through our teeth, both fighting against each other's force. Elle’s face flashed before my eyes as the knife was inching closer to me and it gave me the last bit of strength I needed to overpower him. Slowly, I changed the angle of the blade, the sharp point turning towards his neck as he roared with frustration at what was happening. When the blade touched the skin of his throat, I quickly sat up, forcing his back against the armrest of a chair. His eyes widened in delayed horror when he realised what was coming. I growled as I used all my energy to sink the knife into his trachea. His face turned red and veiny as he choked on his own blood. I let go of the knife and fell back, panting heavily. My hands, my shirt, my face were covered in the splattering of blood.
I closed my eyes for a second to compose myself. The hardest bit was done.
“Ahhhh!”
My eyes snapped open and I scrambled to my feet when I saw the flight attendant emerge from behind the curtain, dropping the tray of drinks all over the floor. I slammed my hand over her mouth, her eyes bulging with fear as I pulled her body back against my chest.
“Shhhhh, I’m not going to hurt you! I swear,” I whispered in her ear in English as her body trembled. Fuck. I didn’t expect her to come out here so soon. Manoeuvring her to a chair, I grabbed the duct tape and rope from my bag. She started shaking her head and pleading with me.
“It’s just precaution. I need you to be quiet,” I warned, slapping the duct tape over her mouth and tying her ankles and hands together before wrapping the leftover rope around her torso to keep her in place.
I stepped back and checked my watch. Only half an hour until Galiz wakes. Shit. The blonde woman whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked around the plane at the bloody corpses sprawled all over the floor and chairs.
“I know you're scared, but I will not hurt you,” I repeated. “As long as you stay here and don’t try anything, you’ll be fine.”
She nodded slowly as I grabbed my gun off the floor and disappeared behind the curtain to head towards the cockpit. The metal door was still closed and I sighed in relief that the pilots weren’t any the wiser about the massacre that had occurred. I checked the GPS map on the screen outside their door to see where we currently were. Three-quarters of the way over the North Atlantic Ocean. I quickly did the math in my head, working out how many miles we would roughly be from the coastline of Spain or France by the time Galiz woke up and how long that left me to kill him and crash this plane in the ocean.
I hadn’t been planning to kill the pilots until the last moment, but suddenly the narrow metal door opened and the co-pilot stepped out, mid-laughter at something the pilot was saying to him. He froze when he saw me covered in blood and turned to lock himself back in the cockpit, but he never got the chance. I stepped over his body as the pilot screamed and dived for some controls on the complex dashboard in front of him.
“Mayday! Mayd-”
Blood squirted across the small window on the other side of his head as the bullet pierced through his temple. My wild eyes scanned the confusing controls and looked ahead to the vast, open sky all around us. Gliding through grey, opaque clouds, there was nothing else to see. I breathed out a sigh of relief that the plane was flying on autopilot. It was a huge risk to have killed the pilots already, but it had to be done. It couldn’t be known that I was on this flight or that I killed Anthony Galiz. His death had to look like a freak accident. A tragic plane crash.
