the wait
donte pov Returning home from a mission has always been a highlight of my days as I get to have a decent wash and smell good for once again, the flight coming back wasn't as bad everyone was calming down and in there own little world as I was thinking about Gabriella which is strange as she has been filling my mind a lot lately and I I want her badly. The plane ride back with the terrorist was silent like I though it would have been as any of my men would have shot him if he said the wrong thing and without a deal made he knows better then telling us something. When the plane touched down I couldn't wait to climb off the damn thing and scrub myself from to bottom after being in the same plane as a terrorist, it makes me feel dirty. Pulling my phone out my pocket I look to see if I have a
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