Chapter 31

Third Person POV:

Malachi and Soren were practically clawing at their seats the entire flight back to Greece. Not knowing if everyone was okay was driving them insane. Soren had had enough and pulled out his weed stash Md started rolling a blunt. Both of them took turns puffing on the blunt trying to settle their nerves. One blunt turned into 3 then into 6 before they killed the entire stash box. Malachi who was far from religious but in his stoned haze he sat there quietly praying to a God he's never believed in. Between his line of work and the shit he's done, he didn't deem himself worthy of heaven. Halfway through the flight the copilot walked back informing the guys of Misha's call. They were safe for now but headed to the third location as the threat was closing in again. They could only hope that their parents and their teams get there soon. Soren drifted off to sleep. Too much pot in a short amount of time caught up with his already wore out body. Malachi decided to finish loo