Marcus clicked his favorite custom-made gun that he always carried on him at the back of his belt.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to be rid of me?” He chuckled.
I looked away at the joke purposefully upset.
“I will be back in a day or two.” He said with a kiss on my cheek before he made his direction towards the foyer.
I spotted the McLaren with Jonah now leaning against it and folding the mobile Marcus had just given him into his pocket as well. Jonah was with him as his bodyguard, so there must be nothing to worry about, right?
I feel an unfamiliar tense in my chest and a lump in my throat. The feeling does not leave me as the plane takes off. Once it was in the air and out of sight, I felt myself dazedly following its path. How long had been just standing there thinking a
