Chapter 97: Framing Him
Amaris POV
I told Caleb I wasn't comfortable in the hotel and would love to explore his private jet, since it's supposed to be our honeymoon.
He was willing to do that and told me he'd fly with me around the city.
It was all planned and when we got to the private jet, I drugged him for a while and I had to wait for him to wake up.
"who are you?" He whispers as I thud my finger on the table and let out a sided smile.
Now the drug is taking over his though but he seems fine.
My gun was facing him, his eyes darkens at me. He seems relax rather than frighten.
Fortunately, I covered my face with a mask. The plan B was to frighten him or eliminate him just to get the truth about him and then use it against him.
He was always someone so hard to reach and the only chance I got to see him was through my window.
He'd never know me, even if I were to die, I'd wish to see him beside me.
However, the older I get, I realize it's best to let someone go.
I felt heavy having to realize the suspect was suppose to be my husband. However, duty comes first and justice must be served.
My hands were trembling as the anger in my eyes brim up as tears.
He was accused of multiple dangerous crimes and the death of several victims. His brother told me that.
We were in a round table, staring at each other. We weren't meant to meet this way but then I was quick.
I always leave my victims vulnerable and he was a pain in the neck.
"The person who would send you to hell" I replied in a cold tone, trying not to act weak before him.
Caleb scoffed at me and then furthered.
"Let me guess you're here to murder me?" He pressed on and I exhaled softly.
He was smart to know the reason I was here, to go through all the stress of pretending to be a stewardess and placing my team members in his private jet.
It was certainly to punish people like him who escape the laws with their wealth.
My team behind me were pointing their guns at his head. Rather than interrogating him to confess to his crime, we'd just kill him.
All I needed to do was give them the signal and he'd be gone.
We stared at each other intensely as he licked his lower lip. I almost forgot how to breath.
I gulp hard as I recall our first kiss, a drunken night. It was a long wet kiss that sent surge of lust inside of me.
"Sexy" he suddenly responded and I fluttered my eyes at him.
Caleb was meant to be scared and not compliment me. He lean forward, a sided smile suspended on his lips.
"So what punishment do I get for falling in love with my killer?" He pressed on, seductively staring at me.
This was ridiculous, he was flirting with me in the face of danger.
I narrowed my gaze at him and suddenly stood up from where I sat. His look made me feel mousey.
"Death!" I declared with burning gaze at him as I struggled between my emotions. It was simple...pull the trigger.
He burst into laughter and raked his left brow. My eyes watch as he poured himself a glass of champagne, tossed it to my face and sip it.
"Do you think it's easy to get rid of me?"
He proudly declares and I wish to hit his head. I had goosebumps and those eyes of his caused a knot tying in my stomach.
I almost went breathless but then I had to control myself. He's just a flirt.
My eyes shifted to one of the men who gestured on me not to get distracted and force on the reason why we were here.
I could tell the others were eager to knock him dead too.
He had a jestful look at us like were was speaking gibberish which was quite annoying.
"Surrender Caleb, it's over" I reminded furiously at him.
Fuck! Why does it have to be him? It's so hard.
Caleb has always been like this from childhood. The crazy boy next door who never noticed me or he did but just ignore me until...
I snapped out of the memories.
Why couldn't I just shoot? His eyes, the way they stared had my heart leaping.
I hated that look the most and how confident he was that I couldn't kill him.
"Oh, that's quite revealing but if I'm gonna die, you're coming along with me" he said sipping his wine and letting out a belch.
His expression was difficult to read. What do I expect? He's a mafia, he must have seen far more worst threat than I.
Hastily, I drew closer to him and lowered the gun to his chest. Anyone would be frustrated by my act as I noticed my Larry groan.
I guess they were anticipating I just shoot him and abandon the conversation.
He didn't flinch and only stared into my eyes, searching them for an answer to his probing questions.
Suddenly, the plane jerks and I slide on the table, falling on his chest. The gun fell off my hand.
We exchanged breath as my arms flew around his neck. The skin on my face felt hot and my eyes locked with his.
I was embarrassed by my scampering heartbeat as I gasped softly, my lips rubbed against his.
"If this is how you plan on killing me, then I'd die a happy man" he whispers and I widen my eyes at him.
I felt his grip around my waist and that lustful gaze of his, he intends to kiss me, to be sincere, i fell that temptation, to carass his lips.
But then I heard a loud grunt.
The jet was flying at a great speed and it seems to be falling. I stiffen my hands on adnar, pertrified.
Fear suddenly gripped me as I glared at him. The jet was vibrating and the steward had appear to address us that everything was under control.
"What have you done?" I wailed scruntizing the situation. From the looks of it...we are crashing!
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