Giavaya POV
When I pull my lips away I can see the irritation clearly written on his face. Thankfully, instead of forcing his lips on me again, he drags me toward the stairs of the plane. I look around, realizing he has at least five men covering us as he drags me up the stairs. Once we are inside, he snatches my clutch and smiles when he pulls the gun out. "We're you thinking of putting a bullet in my head Gia?"
I stay quiet even though I want to scream yes. His hand wraps around my throat and he squeezes. Not enough to cut off my air supply, but enough to let me know he is in control. "Don't worry Gia, you will learn to love me," he says. He leads me over to a seat towards the middle of the plane. I smile to myself when I realize he has no intention of checking me for any other weapon
