Thirty Nine

I get into my private jet and wait impatiently for take off. What's taking long? I wonder two minutes later. A minute wasted is a minute of my love in danger. I tap the arm rest for a minute before I stand and storm to the cockpit. 

"Why are we still on the fucking land?" I ask and the pilot who's pushing the buttons jumps in his seat. 

"You have to calm down. We've already started the take off process and you should be buckled up sir." Leila, the co-pilot says. I take in a deep breath and try to release my frustrations then huff and go back to my seat. I find Joey seated and typing something. 

"We have a problem sir. It seems Luke is captured by your brother." Joey says cautiously. I rub the bridge of my nose in frustration. Why are all these happening right now? 

"What about my wife?" I ask. 

"Her mother was found with a bullet in her left arm. Candice