“Would you like a drink, miss?” Jill asks Mia.
Mia stops squirming and stares at Jill with shock. “Really? Kidnapped woman here, and you won’t help me?”
Jill laughs, walking closer to me. She whispers into my ear, “She’s feisty. I like it.”
I grab Jill’s ass, waiting for Mia’s reaction.
Her eyes widen and then she turns her head in disgust. “Please don’t make me see that grossness, old man.”
This pisses me off. I tell Jill to leave us and I sit next to Mia, moving in close. “If I want to fuck someone in front of you, I know for a fact you’d watch me. You wouldn’t be able to turn those fucking sweet brown eyes away from me.”
Mia’s eyes burn with fire. “You wish. You think I’d watch you? Get over yourself.” She shifts, crossing her arms and bringing her legs into the seat to get into the fetal position as much as possible. She has a big hoodie on, most likely Sophia’s, in a lame attempt to throw off her guards. She wraps the hoodie over her knees, making a cocoon for herself. “Leave me alone.”
I laugh lightly. “We’ll be in Hong Kong soon.”
“Hong Kong?”
“Yes, you’re going to help me there.”
After eating the blueberry pancakes I had Jill prepare for her, Mia sleeps heavily the entire fifteen-hour flight. Jill keeps leering at me, and yes, I’ve fucked her. Once, a long time ago. I, however, have no desire to fuck her now. Especially not with the weight of my situation crushing me. I attempt to entertain myself by looking out the window. We’re flying over the North Pole, and I love the spectacular view, but my eyes can’t stop turning to take a peek at Mia… she’s too distracting...
I can’t think straight or even try to understand how or why this all happened. Shit is out of control and I need to get it back. I’m a simple man. I don’t abuse my power like other number two’s in the organization or flaunt my money, playing the part of a legendary gangster. But essentially, that’s what I am.
As the underboss to one of the baddest men in New York, I work hard to make sure things run smoothly. And I’m a loyal motherfucker. The fact someone is out there running their mouth about me and saying I’m anything but, pisses me the fuck off. Because I’d do anything for this family.
I’d do anything for Georgio DeWinter. And I’d do anything for his daughter, Mia. What I won’t do, however, is let someone ruin me. Let someone try to bring me down.
But that’s exactly what’s happening.
Has to be Nate Scott. Has to be. I’ll be the one to get the final word, for sure. When I heard Bishop Blackstone was back in town and after Mia, I decided to grab her, stalking her to make sure I could get to her before him. I knew the moment her friend went into her condo in an oversized hoodie and hat what the two girls would be planning, and I knew it wasn’t Sophia who exited the building.
Mia’s walk is unmistakable. If you’ve watched her as much as I have over the years, you would know. And the way her hips sway… don’t go there, Cain.
“Need anything, Sebastian?” Jill asks, when we’re descending into Hong Kong.
“I’m fine.” I scroll through my phone, looking at the information that is being passed to Georgio DeWinter right at this very moment.
Fuck.
The plane touches down just at the exact moment Mia opens her eyes. I have a secret hideaway house here, hidden deep in the woods outside the city in Victoria’s Peak. A safe place, close enough to the city, and perfect for the purposes that brought us here.
We exit the plane and Mia groggily makes it to the car with no issues. I think she knows she can’t escape here so she comes willingly. But I monitor her, making sure she doesn’t try opening the door while driving eighty down the highway.
Sometimes, she just reacts before she thinks. What she did in the car, opening the door and flinging her body out into traffic, was crazy.
Did she really think I was going to hurt her?
I wouldn’t do that, but I couldn’t think of any other way to get her to Hong Kong. She must know already, and the fact she hasn’t spit in my face yet is surprising to me.
We make it to my house a little early for breakfast, but the flight was a long one, and Mia’s got to be starving by now.
“Hungry?” I ask when we step inside my palace. I call it a palace because essentially that’s what it is. I’m talking about the most expensive real estate market in the world. Some of the richest men in Asia have their homes close.