Hired By A Mafia Boss

Chapter 22

The jet took off at 10:30 p.m. I suddenly remembered Draya. She was going to be worried sick about me considering school was starting next week Monday. I could feel it already that all our plans for our last years in college were going to be in vain. Well more like my plans. We'd already chosen our dorm rooms and started decorating it the last week. I needed to talk to her. Then there was Kenny on the other side. We'd agreed that he'll pay me a visit tomorrow. And of course mom, that's where most of my thoughts were centred on. I already missed her so much. Dear God I hope she's safe.

The inner part of the jet was exquisite. So beautiful and had that rich aura about it. Mr. Black had gone upstairs to have some privacy. Yes! Upstairs. The jet was so beautiful and I only wished I never had so many problems at the moment so I could enjoy it all. Everything was black and white. I've never met a man who loved black this much.

I was loosing my mind with thoughts of my mom that I slowly went upstairs so I could talk to him but my eyes almost popped out when I saw what my boss was doing. Oh Lord please help me. He was bent over one polished stool that contained white powder. He was taking drugs. I had to be careful other wise he might loose his temper with me. I took slow steps towards him and gently placed my hands on his shoulder. "Mr. Vaughn." I called out, making sure to use his real name or else he might loose his temper.

He was shocked to see me but he gave me a cold deadly glare. "Go back."

One thing with my boss is, he doesn't yell. He just had a particular way of speaking that scared everyone off. I was courageous enough to sit across him. Well courageous on the outside cause I was freaking out on the the inside. "What you're doing, it's uhh....you know...." I had to be careful enough not to get him mad.

"I said get out!" He spat angrily and I realized he was trying not to loose his temper with me. His eyes were so red, it was creepy.

I sneezed cause of the substance on the table. "It's wrong. These are not good for your health." With the way he was looking at me, I knew whatever soft spot he had for me was gone at the moment. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him pull out a pocket knife from his black jeans. I gulped. Yeah. He was a beast at times.

"Avatia leave." His voice was dangerously low. "Now."

I stood up with shaky feets. It's better safe than sorry. "You're right. I should probably go have some sleep. Good night boss." And I was out of there in less than two seconds. I couldn't risk having my throat cut off by a drug addict.  Once I reached my seat, I panted heavily. Oh my God, I was in the same place with a man who had a knife and gun and was high on cocaine.

Yes! From what Kenny told me, Dreidan Vaughn had a problem. That's why he killed a lot of innocent people. Who knows, he might even try to throw me off the plane if I get him angry. With that thought, I quietly drifted off to sleep.

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I felt a tap on my shoulder the next morning. It was the hostess. "Good morning miss. We're about to land, please buckle up your seat belt." She flashed me a toothy smile and I nodded. I looked around me. Italy. Who would have thought I'll be flying to Italy with my boss. Once we landed, I saw him walk down to me, his eyes were not as red as yesterday's evening.  He gave me an expressionless look and held my hand, leading me out. Okay. It's officially confirmed. He's mad. I mean I saw him pull out a knife yesterday and if I'm not wrong, his intentions were to slit my throat. And then this morning,  he's holding my hands like nothing happened. I kept my thoughts to myself till my feet touched the ground and I inhaled. Italy.