What are we doing here?

I step out to meet Dimitri, he's seated in the same position and now sipping from a bottle of water. The woman beside me is smiling sexily at him, does she have a tinge of shame at all?!

“Nice job!” he tells her. “The boss likes his girls pretty at all times! I'll settle you once I land, we are in a haste!” he tells her again and they smile at each other. He is like a man prostitute too, no doubt.

In less than fifteen minutes, we are pulling over at a story building. He takes my wrist as we pretend to act normal stepping in and pretending to be a normal couple. There are a couple of policemen; I stare at them with double thoughts on what to do and Dimitri leans in like he wants to kiss me, and then whispers. He's listening to the thoughts in my head, isn't he?

“You won't report, will you? Like I said the boss would explain everything in less than an hour!” he moves away as we step into the elevator with a group of people in it. We stop at the top floor and he takes my wrist again as we scurry to the exit door at the end of the large hallway. We climb the stairs and then with one push, the thick door opens wide.

I see a private jet and a few people and the boss accompanied by Tommy, talking.

“Boss?” Dimitri calls out as we move closer and they all stare at us–me. My bones are cracking, and I feel like I only need to bury myself under the ground. Their gazes are deeply penetrating. The boss tilts his brows at me and an almost unnoticeable smirk rests on his lips.

“I see! Shall we?” he says to me and I don't react. I'm not cool with all of these things, not one bit.

“She was very cooperative, boss! She didn't move a skin, she's smart.” Dimitri taunts me, and the boss and others smile.

“I see!” the boss says and leans forward to me and whispers. “Dear Raven, purple is pretty on you. Let's talk!” he moves away as we walk up the stairs, Dimitri, Tommy and the other two huge men follow us from behind. Is this a heist? I do not want to be a part of it. Not once. We are finally on the plane.

We sit facing each other as Dimitri and the others sit on the other side of the plane, conversing excitedly. The boss and I are left on the other side as a chef approaches, he asks the boss what he wants and the boss turns to me instead.

“Anything she wants to have, I'll have it.”

“I... I don't —”

“Hey! Anything healthy and fresh as she is? “ the boss stares at me as the chef walks away without a stop. He leans back and drums his fingers on the arms of the seat while I try to loosen up a bit. The pilot instructs that we fasten our belts and we do just that as the plane takes off. Now, we are balanced and I am still contemplating, looking through the window; although I see clouds, I feel like my apartment is just somewhere close.

“Rav—”

“I want to go home!” I snap out of frustration and he nods lightly and that frown settles in again.

“Are you confused or are you indecisive? I can get Dimitri to get you a parachute and you can... just go home—from here. The jet.” he says and I lose my patience only in my head while he leans back again.

“You can at least explain the shooting...”

“That was nothing. No one was hurt... You aren't hurt, are you?”

“Someone did die, Dimitri killed one!” I say to him firmly.

“If only you knew who those group of assholes are, then you’d applaud the big guy,” he says, and stops for a second or two, and continues. “Besides, there was no way they could get you or anyone, the car is bulletproof, did you know?”

“I don't care. I did not sign for this, it was supposed to be a business trip like you implied, and why should I be taken away like a fucking hostage?” I yell at my boss, just needed to unwind and it helped but what would he think or say? He snickers with shock.

“Wild! I see that too.” he snaps. “I can fire you, Ms. May—”

“I want that right now. I'd be more than happy to fall off this jet rather than be with you!” I tell him and he is stunned by my words. He leans forward as his forearms plop on his thighs and his fingers are intertwined. He is giving me that poor thing look.

“That's a lot to say to your boss but I won't let that happen either, no one is falling off neither are you going to do so under my fucking watch.”

The chef approaches with a full tray.

“Let us eat up and rest, it's a couple of hours to get to Rome. Once we arrive, I'd debrief you about the next thing and of course, everything!” he says and he doesn't say a word to me again. I'm famished and so I start eating.

~

“Ms. May! Ms. May!!”

I hear the boss call my name, it is then that I realize that I am curled up on the seat and a furry cover is wrapped around me. I sit up and try to keep a good composure, regardless he is still my boss. The one whom I tried to throw off before I fell asleep.

“We are here!” he says and I see Dimitri and the others tell the boss that it's safe to leave now. We step out of the plane and walk a few feet, I see two luxury black cars ahead and a couple of men like Dimitri are standing next to the cars with dark shades on. We move near and the car behind us opens for us to step in.

“Welcome back, boss!” they holler at him and he nods lightly at them, and still, I feel their eyes settling on me, it's intimidating.

“They are not going to eat you while the boss is here!” Dimitri teases under his breath and I smile faintly.

We are in the car, Dimitri passes the boss a beer flask and he instantly gulps from it.

“Want some, P.A.?” he asks

“Not until I know what all of these are about!” I tell him and he snickers looking away

“That's some guts lady, don't talk to the boss—” Dimitri warns me as the boss interrupts.

“No worries, Dimitri, she'll adapt in due time. It is not like she's got a choice,” he says and doesn't say a word again.

~

We walk into a large house, it's extremely beautiful and secluded, and it's fancy as well. The boss instructs Dimitri to show me to my room and I follow without a word or contempt. He says that I'll be served my meal and that I need to change into something comfortable before we get to the main purpose of coming to Rome. Do I have a choice, no, not now, being aided listening would do me more good than harm. I have figured that no one is going to hurt me, and I'm being protected too. A woman who says she's the maidservant brought in some nicely cooked meal and I thanked her.

“What should I call you?”

“Raina! Raina, please.”

“Okay Raina, thanks for the meal,” I say to her and she smiles at me turning to leave. I stopped her by clearing my throat. “Er... For how long have you lived in Rome?”

“Twenty-seven years approximately!”

“Are you... married?”

“Once. He died and I'm only working here for Mr. Dom...”

“For how long? Sorry that I'm asking way too much...”

“I understand. I've been working here for the past fifteen years–”

“You’re family then,” I tease and her smile fades a little, I think that I've said it asked too much and she's not comfortable anymore. “It's fine, I'll let you know if I need anything at all Raina, thanks.”

“Of... Of course. And please, he'd like you to meet them in the private living room... Mr. Dimitri would come to get you!”

“Sure!”

She walks away scurrying, did she think that I'd stop her, no, I saw the look on her face, there are limits to our conversation, certainly.

I eat more after a warm shower and I step out of the room, Dimitri is waiting for me by the door. He's like a stalker that I have to bear with.

“How prompt!” he says and I remain silent as we walk down the stairs to meet the others—the boss. We turn to the hallway and then there is a door on the right, I hear conversations coming from it. Dimitri opens the door as we both walk in and there is silence. Why the hell do they keep shutting up when we step in, it's weird.