Chapter 16

The tips of his lips moved upwards as his penetrating stare scroached my skin. Each second his eyes roamed was the strike of a match, igniting tiny fuses and detonating each nerves, until my skin peppered with goosebumps even if am wearing this heavy thing and my nipples hardened immediately.

That wasn't the only effect of his stare. Thank God I'm wearimg an underwear.

"Miss you have to settle down Marianne is about to take off." Zara brought be to reality and I immediately snappaned out of it taking a sit in one of the chairs. I gripped the armrest tightly trying so hard to ignore Quinn's stare even if his talking to Alex and i see Zara make her way to them maybe to inform them the same thing.

Fuck! I thought I had my shit together but unfortunately you saw all what happened with just his fuvking gorgeous....okey I have to snap out of it. This brain of mine.

I squeezed my thighs tighter as I released the armrest and my fingers balled into fists at my sides.

When I saw him nodding to what Zara has told him I immediately do the most childish thing I've done before. "Daniella come here. We have some unsettled issues we haven't talked about." I spoke out quickly as I saw Quinn took a step and Daniella looked at me confused but obeyed my orders.

She sat across me, a coffee table separating us and smiled waiting for me talk. I watched Quinn sit at the next chairs opposite from us not missing the small grin he has on his stupid face. I face back to Daniella who was waiting patiently for me to talk but I was blank. What am I going to tell her.

"Strip the seatbealts, we are about to take off." I say blankly to her not having anything else to talk about while I fumbled with my own. "May I bring you a drink?" Jenna asked and I blinked confused at her my mind not really functioning well to what she said.

"May I bring you a drink?" She repeated herself and I formed my mouth as an 'o'. I thought how wonderful it would be to have wine or perhaps a martini but I should stay sober.

"Water would be nice."

"As soon as Marianne clears me to walk around, I'll bring you some. Ice?"

"Just a bottle is fine."

"Have a nice flight, Ms Valkov." She said going off to wherever she's going and I sigh, rubbing my temples. Whether it was Marianne's skill or the plane itself, I barely noticed the smooth take off as we left the ground and glided through the air.

Blue sky shone with the evening sun's rays. "Miss, you wanted to talk about something?" Daniella asked and I opened one of my eye waving her off. "I'm tired, today has been a busy day. Just rest, will talk later."

She looked at me spectically then just resumed to read a magazine that was placed on the table. A few moments later, Zara appeared with my water as well as a plate of cheese and fruit. Though I didn't want to accept, my empty stomach churned and grumbled, telling me that food was welcomed.

"Thank you-" I yawned slightly while thanking her and saw Quinn from the corner of my eyes stand up furiously his phone stuck up to his ears as he talked rushly in a foreign language, I think Romanian. The man inside this plane was a granite statue, expressionless and angry.

I've never seen him this way. This is the man that people feared, I could feel it from the current radiate of both power and rage. He didn't even look my way while he was talking, he just took two long strides to exit this place while Alex followed him seeming so tensed.

I munched down one of the fruit that was sliced and stared silenty the way that he left. He looked so terrifying, so animalist. Geez, he even gave me the goosebumps.

"Ms, I noticed you seemed tired, there is a bedroom you could rest in. Mr. Linch told us to treat you with all the respect we have for him." I looked at her a little buffled.

"Did he?"

She nodded slightly her head, "the bedroom is to the right of the hallways from this cabin." I nodded at her. Soft music filled the air and yet again I stiffled a yawn as I eat my food. "Dani, aren't you hungry?"

"No, miss but I will order something I am."

Daniella, isn't such a talkative person. She just does her work without even complaining even if I tell her to jump off this plane she'll do it immediately, that's how loyal she is to Roman.

With my water and most of the food consumed, I settled back and continued listening to the familiar songs. Though I knew them all by heart, my mind didn't register the lyrics. More questions came, each one more imperative than the one before.

What would happen when we landed in Mexico? Will we be able to break out my father? When will all this nightmare finally end? And how did I become such a badass to get someone from jail? If this was three years ago and someone told me that I would be fighting an army of cops to save someone I barely know, I would have laughed off my ass at them.

I stayed for the next three hours watching comedy vedios, movies and memes and still Quinn hasn't shown up, I think it was a really big issue and my ass is literally aching from all the sitting am doing.

My fingers found their way to the buckle, undoing my seatbelt as I stood. "I'm going to rest, you can stay here." I informed Daniella and she nodded continuing to read the magazine.

To the left was the hallway that contained the bathroom where I'd vomited. Farther down was another door but something told me that wasn't where I wanted to go. Slowly, I turned to the left and turned the handle on the doorway to whatever was beyond the wall.

As the door pushed inward, I took in the room complete with a king-sized bed. I walked slowly admiring the room and opened a sliding door to a mostly empty closet. There was a suit hanging inside along with a white shirt. I lifted an arm to my nose, inhaling the spicy cologne, his spicy cologne.

Quickly, I dropped the material and closed the sliding door, seeing in the corner my suitcases were settled perfectly for me. There was one more door. I opened it to a second bathroom, complete with a shower.

Maybe a shower won't be that bad. I've travelled for so long in one day and I'm sure it will be about 5 hours till we reach Mexico. I took one of my suitcases and stripped out of the clothes I was wearing before wrapping myself in a fluffy towel I found in the bathroom.

In the shower were shampoos and conditioner as well as purfumed soaps and lotions. Gosh! Does this man leave in this plane or what? I opened more drawers to other items: brushes, combs, hairdryer, curling wand, straightener and even razor. I guess even Mia uses thid plane.

The image of them two in this same bathroom flushed in my mind. God, I hate myself. I showered faster, the steaming hot water relaxing my muscles before I came out all refreshed.

I dressed up in a tanktop and yoga pants while I pulled my hair into a messy bun. I looked at the bed infront of me my heart pounding faster realising they might have been together in this very same bed.

Maybe I should just go back to the cabin and sleep on those uncomfotable theater chairs and leave this wonderful fluffy bed. Nah! I love myself so much.

I plopped myself in the bed pulling the covers above my body feeling how comfortable this bed is. I definately made the right decison. I don't fucking care if they made love or whatever all I know is that I need to fucking sleep comfortably before things become unenjoyable when I land in Mexico.

Well isn't this going to be a wonderful flight. 5 hours stuck in this confined place with Mr grumpy. I blame Roman for this.

*****

This is so embrassing, I've spent the last four hours turning in this bed, I haven't even slept a wink. I know I might sound oblivious but guess who was in my mind all this time? That right the freaking hot guy that made my panties all soaked by just his stare.

I have been thinking of what made him so angry that his features changed with him. I was so curious to find out what was happening in the confrence room that he went to, I even asked Keaton if he got out but she just replied, "Mr. Linch isn't to be distarbed and he hasn't gotten out yet from the confrence room."

If it wasn't for my mind being already filled up with so many thing, I would have noticed that she was jelous and can't blame her, Quinn is so handsome his like a god from the greek. Anyway here I am playing with my fingers in this comfortable bed wondering what got him so ruffled up.

I hear the door being opened and my eyes snapped openèd, "I said I don't want to be fucki-" I didn't even finish what I was saying when I saw Quinn enter and closed the door before he leaned on it.

"Not even in my own plane?" I rolled my eyes sitting up. "What are you doing here? Just get out, I want to sleep." I pulled the comforters to my chest and went back to lying on the bed. "Nobody ever talks to me as they want." He pushed himself off the door and made his way to the bed while I immediately moved to keep distance between us.

"And if they do they get punished." He locked eyes with my mine and I see his turn a shade darker than before. Punished. He had ever punished me alright and he made me scream hard that night. I clear my throat trying to shake off that thought and sit up once again.

"Why are you here?" I asked him trying to concele my emotions and I saw his face turn cold once again. "When you disappeared it was Eros who took you?" He said more than asked and I immediately stiffened hearing what he said.

"What do you mean?"

"The marks that you have, it was him who gave you, right?" He asked again not answering my question. I felt a lump form in my throat as my voice became more shaky. "That's....that's none of your business....you can't make assumtions to everything in my life....and you're the last person I would ever tell the truth." My voice came out stronger the last part and I saw him clench his jaw as his hard stare looked through me.

"Just answer my fucking questions, Kater. I'm not in the mood to play around. It was him wasn't he? I know everything now I just want to hear it from you." He stood up angrly clawing his hair a little.

"And what do you want to hear more from me. That he kidnapped me after my father did the same. That he took me hostage for an year with out a single care. That he raped me, beat me, abused me and even threatened to kill my loved ones if I even tried to escape from him."

The emotions I held for years came out in all those words, not as anger or rage but as tears that could no longer be contained. The salty moisture burning my eyes was an insult to me and my strength. I didn't care that he saw me weak, isn't that what he wanted. All men are like that.

"...You want to know that he broke me. You want to hear it from my own mouth right? Well here it is, I'm telling you now. He broke me, I lost hope of ever seeing the world again, of seeing my family, my loved ones. He broke me into pieces. He made me feel that I wasn't wanted, that no one in their right mind would ever look at me and that he did. He left marks, scar on my body. He made sure that I will never forget him. He tormented me, he made me feel so worthless...."

"Fuck! I'm sorry, I never wanted to hurt you." He rushed immediately to my side encircling his hands around me but I started kicking and punching him hard immediately he kept his hands on me. "Leave me alone. I've told you everything, just let go of me. There is no need for you to show your fake remorse."

"Fuck woman! Stay still and I'm not feeling any fake remorse for you, the only reason that I asked of you to tell me its because I didn't want to believe anything that I was told" I laughed sarcastically as my body went limp and my tears flowed rapidly down my cheeks to his shirt.

"You didn't want to believe well believe it now. I'm a fucking used trash that he pleasured himself with for revenge-" he cut me off cupping my face in his big hands and looked directly in my eyes. "You're more than that don't ever say a stupid thing like that." I tried to turn away from him but he didn't let me.

A sob left my lips when I noticed that I've told him everything well partly because I haven't mentioned that Eros made me to have a miscarrage. That he killed our own child. It feels like my heavy heart as become light again, I felt a little relieved.

He wrapped his hands once again around my body and I circled my hands around his waist laying my head on his chest as my tears never stopped following. In all these three years I tried to be strong, I've acted strong but now I just can't.

I held onto him tighter as he stiffled my sobs in his chest. I've lost more than one thing in this life of mine and it just breaks my heart over and over again.

He didn't speak, nor did I as I continued to cry. His lips brushed the top of my head as his hold loosened and he shifted, pulling me to his lap so I could be more comfortable. And I was, in his arms, I feel more at ease than have ever been in these three years.

I felt his fingers rubbing circles to my exposed waist making goosebumps to appear immediately and I looked up seeing his features I've turned softer and warmer. He ran his fingers through my hair brushing some from my face.

"You look more beautiful with your natural colour." He murmured twirling a strand in his finger and I giggled hiding my face in his chest. "Are you meaning brown is not perfect for me?"

"You're beautiful in any colour." I nudge his arm lightly seeing his just smittening me.

"Who told you about Eros?" I questioned him and he tensed a little. "When I found out that Luis was proposing marriage to you, Roman told me the reason to it."

"You know about the marriage proposal?" I sat up in his lap and he clenched his jaw rubbing his knuckles along my arm, his ring sending me to shiver a little. "Delvin told me."

"And do you care?" He looked at me a little surprised from my question but before he could say anything someone knocked loudly on the door. "I said we weren't to be disturbed." Quinn called out clearly irritated by the disturbance.

"Sir, we are about to land I came to inform you to be settled." Keaton's said opening slightly the door and Quinn waved her off looking back at me. "We'll talk later."

I nodded yawning a little and wipped the dry tears on my cheek as I moved from him. He stood up first holding out an hand for him but I jumped up from the bed brushing past him. "I don't need help in getting out of the bed." He chuckled watching me wear my shoes and I raced out of there unable to hide the smile that wanted to spread across on my face.

I walked in the cabin, finding Daniella and Alex in a very concentrated conversation and I make my way to the other chairs. Quinn was just behind me so he sat across me strapping his seatbelt around himself.

After I was done strapping myself, I looked out the window seeing its still dark in Mexico and my stomach chugged feeling anxious about the mission. I feel a pair of hands engulf mine and I look up seeing Quinn take my hands rubbing his thumb slowly on my palms.

I feel my cheeks heat up as he looked at me and I immediately looked away trying to hide my blush. During this month it has been hard to despise the man infornt of me for the times we have spent together.

We soon landed and took a car that took us to a hotel although I was feeling sleepy, I managed to keep myself a little sober.