~Lorenzo POV~
We touched down in Buenos Aires three hours ago. The flight was relatively smooth if one could bypass the death stares Becky was giving me. Unfortunately, I was very familiar with that look. The fellas thought it was hilarious and would call her over from time to time to request various items from blankets to food and drinks. She of course, played the part of the constant professional and was eager to oblige. Since I was not born yesterday, I made sure to grab the opposite item I was offered just incase her revenge came in the form of tampered food. As two of my men, Mike and Joe had the runs immediately after consuming my bypass food and drinks, my suspicion was confirmed.
Though I could have gone to the last compartment of the plane to sleep on the bed, I stayed up front
