Chapter 155
The sound of the jet engine seemed to match my heart, which was beating hard and fast, as if it knew the world was going to turn upside down once again.
The interior of the jet was luxurious, extremely quiet, and that only made the air feel heavier. The low lights created an almost suffocating atmosphere, and every time I looked at Vincenzo, I felt a knot in my stomach. He was there, next to me, but at the same time he seemed so far away… trapped inside his own head. The trip was long, but I knew that what awaited us was even longer. There, thousands of meters above the ground, I realized that my life would never be the same again.
Vincenzo hadn’t said a word since we boarded. He was tense, his eyes fixed on the window, as if he could see Japan from up above. Nancy and I exchanged silent glances—the kind of glances that carry fear, doubt, and a bunch of questions we weren’t sure we wanted to ask.
“I know you’re full of questions,” he said finally. His voice was low but firm, filled with something I hadn’t heard in a while: restrained desperation. “I promise I’ll explain everything. Just… give me some time.”
“Are you going to explain on the flight?” I asked, trying to control my anxiety.
He nodded, but didn’t look at me. His jaw was clenched, his breathing heavy. The man who had faced the world for me was now there, holding himself together so he wouldn’t fall apart.
It was almost two hours before he finally started talking.
“His name is Rafael. He’s seven years old. He’s my son, Rachel. My son with Veronica.”
My throat closed up. Nancy’s eyes widened. He didn’t look at either of us. He was talking as if he had memorized everything, as if he needed to tell me before he lost his nerve.
“She hid this from me for seven years. And when I was arrested, she showed up. She dropped this bomb on my lap like it was nothing.” He ran his hand over his face. “But it’s nothing. He’s a human being. He’s my son. And he’s in danger.”
“How in danger?” Nancy asked, more serious than I had ever seen her.
“She left him with the Yakuza. She said it was part of a deal. But the deal was broken. They don’t want to give the boy back. They’re training him. They want to turn my son into one of us. One of them. A criminal.”
The silence that fell was suffocating.
— This… this is unreal, Vincenzo. — I said, feeling a tightness in my chest. — He’s only seven years old.
“I know,” he replied. And for the first time, his voice cracked. — And I’m going to get him out of there. Even if I have to blow up that entire country.
I swallowed hard. Nancy also went silent, which was rare.
Vincenzo was silent after that. And the trip continued tense. Long. Heavy. We slept for a few minutes, but the fatigue was mental, not physical. Every time he closed his eyes, I saw his hands clenching into fists. He was trying to keep his head together, but he was hanging by a thread.
After the tenth time he got up from his seat and walked to the back of the plane and back, I got up too. I followed him.
“You’re going to kill yourself like this.”
He looked at me with those gray eyes, dark as a storm. The stubble made his face rougher, more somber. But it was the way he looked at me… as if I was the only thing holding him to the ground.
“I can’t fail this boy, Rachel. I didn’t even know he existed. And now, knowing he’s there, surrounded by monsters…
“You won’t fail,” I said, more firmly than I expected. “And I’m here. With you.”
“I don’t know if I can, Rachel. I’ve killed so many people. I’ve done so much shit. How am I going to look at him? How am I going to explain who I am?”
“You’re the man who fought for me. Who saved me. Who’s now trying to save a son he didn’t even know he had. That says a lot.”
He didn’t say anything. But he pulled me by the waist.
The kiss came with anger, with pain, with desperation. His mouth took mine as if it were the last right thing in a world full of mistakes. I clung to him with the same urgency.
His hands went down my body, pulling my shirt off in a hurry. I was shaking. But it wasn't fear. It was desire. It was love. It was the need to make him feel something good, even if it was just for a few minutes.
He pressed me against the back wall of the jet. The space was tight, but his body was all I needed.
His hands turned me around, pulled my panties to the side. The sound of his zipper lowering sounded louder than the engines.
"Show me that I'm still human," he whispered in my ear.
And I showed him.
With low moans, bites, hands in my hair. He possessed me as if he wanted to anchor himself to me. As if I were the last piece of normality in that twisted world.
With each thrust of his, the fear seemed to get further away. At least for now. And even there, with my body burning, I knew it wasn't just sex. It was a cry for help.
When he finished, he kept his forehead pressed against the back of my neck for a few seconds. Without saying anything. Just breathing.
We returned to our seats in silence, straightening our clothes as if nothing had happened. But it had. And something inside me had changed too.
A few minutes before landing, Vincenzo's cell phone rang. He answered it quickly. He just listened. Then he closed his eyes and pressed the phone tightly to his ear.
"Yes, I understand. We're almost there."
He hung up and looked at me.
"It was the prison director."
"And what did he say?" His gaze grew even darker.
"Veronica is trying to negotiate something. And she wants to talk to me... in person."
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