Chapter 36: Strong Drinks and a Frozen Surprise

(Beth’s POV)

I sit down in a seat and lean back slightly. Now that I have Anthony on the plane, he can do whatever he wants. I feel bad for him. I can’t imagine the pain that he is going through. One of his prized clubs is in ashes with people dead.

I watch him pace back and forth from the entrance to the little bar area, to the cockpit, and back to me. He doesn’t look at me or anyone else. Deciding to instead stare a hole into the floor of the plane as he wanders helplessly from end to end, all the while continuing to mumble under his breath.

I’m not sure how long I chose to watch him instead of the others coming and going from the plane but eventually, Griffin walks up to him, grabs him by the shoulders, and pushes him into a seat.

“Sit and if you don’t, I’ll let Lorenzo make you sleep. You aren’t going to pace this entire flight.” Griffin demands, pointing at the couch.