Saved By Him

Chapter 15

Isabella Rose

"Well isn't this a beauty" I grin as I raise my sunglasses onto my head, to look up at the private jet.

"It sure is, afterall it's mine," Valentino smirks. Such a cocky bastard. "I'm guessing this will be your first time in a private jet".

"No, it's my ten thousandth time" I say sarcastically, watching the men take out my suitcases from the car and transfer them onto the jet.

Lorenzo chuckles at my sarcasm making Valentino glare at him, before he holds his hands up in a surrender motion.

We were standing on the platform ready to get on and leave for Germany. But we couldn't just yet as Vincent had an urgent thing to do, so here we were waiting.

Whilst Lorenzo and Valentino were confused to where he was, I had a feeling it was to do with a special girl in his life.

She must be really important to him. I smile, wishing I was able to meet her. Perhaps after this little mission.

Just then we see a car drive into the area, and it's not long before Vincent quickly steps out.

His hair was ruffled and he looked a bit flushed. "Sorry Valentino" Vincent quickly says as he approaches us.

I bite my lip trying to control my laughter, as I watch Valentino glare at him. It was clear what he was thinking, that perhaps Vincent delayed him just to fuck around with a random girl.

If only he knew.

"Seriously Vincent, you couldn't just wait and find a girl in Germany" Valentino sneers.

"Don I-" Vincent starts before he is interrupted.

"I don't want to know, just everyone get in. I don't wish to be further delayed" Valentino says, clearly pissed.

Whilst everyone starts making their way, I place my hand on his shoulder, to which he tenses.

"Its okay Val, no need to be grumpy" I say mockingly.

"Isabella," he begins in his thick accent. For some reason, I admired the way my name rolled off his tongue.

"Firstly, I have already told you to not call me Val. Secondly, remove your hand from my shoulder and get your ass in the jet right now" he says, giving me a death stare.

"Or what" I say smirking, challenging him further.

I watch the way his eyes darken as he intensely stares at me, "Or I will not hesitate to throw you over my shoulder and take you inside myself" he says in a husky voice.

"Yeah right" I say laughing. This man.

He raises his eye brow watching me, "I do not tell lies, Isabella".

I continue staring at him, until I realise he wasn't playing as he takes a step forward. Alert, I quickly take a step back.

"Alright alright, I'm going" I say walking around him, my speed a little too fast.

I roll my eyes, already aware that he was indeed smirking at me.

As I enter, my eyes dance all around the luxurious interior. So this is what a private jet looks like. I remember wishing I would have my own one day when I was younger.

"There you guys are. What took you guys so long?" Lorenzo asks, sitting on one of the seats.

"They were flirting" Vincent mutters under his breath, but we all heard. I feel my face go red. Fucker, I could literally see him trying to stop himself from laughing.