Song of the Chapter: My Demons - Starset
"NO!" I pushed back, gripping the handrails of the private jet, throwing my weight against Simon incessant pushing. "Stop!"
"Get up the fucking stairs, Omega." Simon jabbed his elbow into my spine.
I stumbled, bashing my knee against the high tread. "You can't do this!" How did this happen?
How did mere hours turned the entire universe against me? Again.
I wanted to smash every clock. Tear out the cog from every watch.
Gabriel!
Simon cackled. "I think you'll find we can." He shoved me higher.
Only sleepy for few hours this morning I was trapped, forced to dress in jeans and a hoodie, and obey Simon as he lurked in my doorway, barking orders to pack a few meagre belongings.
He hadn't left me alone.
His eyes followed my every move. I couldn't do anything. I was hauled out of my bed and my phone was snatched from me again. The only redeeming quality was beneath Simon's hateful stare, I'd managed to pack the clothing Cynthia had donated me.
It's not over...
Pain exploded in my spine as Simon stabbed me with his fist. "Get in the fucking airplane."
"No!" I threw myself backward, looking frantically at the private hangar. We weren't at LA, but a small, private airfield called Tukavan. "I won't!"
No strangers I could call for help.
No police or air marshals.
When Simon had stalked me from my room and shoved me outside, Clive had been waiting. With a victorious smile, he'd stuffed me in the back of a limousine.
With a purring engine, we'd pulled away from wherever we were in LA, tyres crunching on gravel as we followed the long driveway off the estate.
My eyes had scoured the trees, their silhouettes growing stronger as the sun tinted the sky with pink blushes. Simon and Clive sat opposite me, toasting each other with a chilled bottle of champagne.
I didn't know where was Cynthia? Hadn't seen her after she left me last night.
However, I hadn't been alone on my side of the limo—I had a guard.
Franco, Cynthia's damn henchman, sat beside me; a mountain of muscle, unyielding and impenetrable.
"Come along." A strange voice raised my gaze. A man in a captain's uniform smiled from the top of the aircraft steps. "I don't want to leave LA."
Simon laughed behind me. "Like you have a choice."
"I always have a choice, Bastard." I glowered over my shoulder. "Just like this choice of yours will not end well for you."
If I don't kill you, Gabriel will. If he ever forgives me.
Simon snarled, "Watch it, bitch. Everything you say to me here will be paid in full when we're there."
"Now, now. No need for threats." The captain climbed down a rung, holding out his hand. "He'll get on board. Won't you, dear boy? No need to be afraid of flying. I have an exemplary record." White hair tufted from either side of his pristine flying cap. In his mid-fifties, he looked fit and toned and impatient to take off.
