A trip to Italy

Dante and Alina burst open the doors of their car the moment they arrived at the airport.

They wasted no time in lurching out of the car and towards the jet.

Gripping on to her hand, Dante sprinted with Alina, pulling her safely up the stairs and into the jet.

The crew shut the door once everyone had rushed inside.

Alina finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Her hand was pressed against her chest as she tried to calm her unsteady and rapid heart beat.

"Get this fucking plane on the air and take us to Italy now!" Dante growled.

The muscles in his arm tenses, perspiration making his shirt stick on to his body and revealing his taunted biceps with the veins in his hands pulsating.

Alina felt mesmerized by how sinfully hot her husband looked even without trying.

"Please just two more minutes Mr Morelli" the pilot pleadingly said, his body quivering.

"I'm sorry for the delay sir. This was a very impromptu call on our part after you informed us of your attack and eagerness to leave Mexico. We have to get some things arranged sir" the co-pilot tried explaining with a warm smile.

"Fuck! I never wanted to know if it was impromptu or not. Get this plane on the air and shut the-----" Dante stopped himself as soon as he began talking and stared at the co-pilot intently.

"How did you know we were attacked?" He asked, tucking out his gun.

The co-pilot became stunned as well as the other crew members of the flight. Chills spread throughout his body and he took a while in getting back his tongue.

"Well--i--you said it over the phone" he stuttered with his words. Horror and fear settled in his features and droplets of sweat beads covered his face.

"Yes Mr Morelli. You said it yourself over the call" the air hostess chorused, coming over to stand with the co-pilot.

"No he didn't" Alina gravelly whispered,going over to the cockpit.

"There must be a mixup" the co-pilot said with a nervous chuckle.

He looked at the trembling pilot who was focused on getting the plane to take off. "Antonio he told you he was attacked over the phone didn't he? There must surely be a mixup"

Antonio shook his head. "He never said so. He only instructed me to get the jet ready and abruptly ended the call. How did you both know he was attacked?"

"Fuck son of a bitch" the co-pilot cursed underneath his breath.

He attempted to make a run for it but Raphael immedately slammed him against the panels of the jet.

The air hostess stealthily tried moving towards the door but Alina instantly gripped her by the arm, yanking her back.

"If you move I'll shoot you" Alina threatened, pointing a gun at her head and giving her dagger glares.

"Are you in on this?"Dante savagely asked the pilot, fixing a gun at his head whilst maintaining a grip on the co-pilot.

"I'm not sir. I have no idea what's going on" the pilot truthfully replied in tears, his tremor rising.

"Get this fucking jet on air in the next two minutes else I'll slaughter each and every one of you and I won't care who is innocent or not" Dante threatened the pilot.

He pushed the co-pilot back into the cockpit and pointed a gun at him. The pilot quickly put on his head piece, requesting for clearance from the control tower.

"One minute left" Dante grimaced.

The pilot hold on the controls of the plane trembled as he awaited clearance from the air traffic control tower.

"Thirty seconds left" Dante seethed in anger, cocking his gun, ready to shoot all three of them.

"Clearance granted" the control tower responded. The pilot sighed a breath of relief and sped down the runaway before taking off.

"Send assassins to the families of each and every one of the crew. If we don't land in Italy in the next thirteen hours, I want their entire families cleared from the face of this earth" Dante brutally ordered over the phone.

"Sir please...don't harm me. Please I'm just trying to survive " The air hostess pleaded, still held at gun

point by Alina.

Dante continued his call and spoke in Italian whilst keeping his unfiltered gaze at the pilots.

"We shouldn't harm you but you and that freaking co-pilot had something to do with our attack. We almost died. You deserve whatever is coming for you"Alina spat at her.

Dislodging the lump in her throat, the air hostess attempted to plead once more but Alina landed her a painful slap which sent her falling down and grazing her elbow on the mettalic floors of the jet.

"Not another word from your mouth else I swear I'll shoot you"

Dante turned to look at Alina's aggressive behaviour in awe. He drooled for her in lust and hunger watching her turn on her beast mode.

"The assassins are on their way. When we drop on land, you three will answer to me and may God grant your souls access to heaven" Dante sinisterly uttered.

The entire crew shook in fear and dread

"Uncle Alessio?" Alina inquired from Dante as he went over to her side.

"He just sent a text. Though there is still tension but the fire has been put out and some of the attackers have been gunned down whilst some escaped. But the area is still not safe so he said the wedding will hold in Italy, Bergamo" Dante filled her in.

Alina nodded while Dante led the terrified air hostess into the toilet and locked her in there.

"What about Leonardo?" Alina asked.

"It seems he must have drove to meet some of the capos in Mexico. I still can't believe these mother fuckers had something to do with our attack" Dante sighed.

Running his hands through his hair,

he came over to seat down while grabbing Alina, hauling her up against his chest.

Dante took out his phone which was ringing and answered the caller.

"We keep on meeting new enemies every day. But don't worry I believe by the time we descend, they will have much to spill out. Send out word to all the capos. I need all of us at Italy and everybody has to be fully guarded...."

Alina listened to Dante converse over the phone. Sighing another breath of relief, she still couldn't believe how many times she had escaped death in just one day.

It felt so thrilling and so scary at the same time. The rush of adrenaline in her body got her hyper and her heart pumped in such a tremendous speed.

Her entire body was still in shock of everything that had transpired. She took such a risk by hitting that man in the groin. She was very much scared but she knew there was no way she would go down without a fight.

Alina took glances at Dante's sharp profile as he spoke in Italian over the phone. The man oozed of authority and power, the type you wouldn't want to dare and hearing him beastly threatening the crew got her walls clenching.

How could she be so turned on by his demon side?

Alina exhaled one last time and rested her head on Dante's shoulder.

They had been in Mexico for just two days and they were almost killed.

She couldn't help but wonder what events Italy had in store for them.