~ RICHIE’S POV
Papa is up to something and it’s crazy because no one knows what it is, even I don’t know what it is which is not much of a surprise because I never know anything he does. He’s always secretive about details for some reason.
As the door of the private jet lifted down, the wind tousled my hair as I walked up the small stairs. Once inside, I made sure Rachel was comfortably seated before taking a seat across from her.
"I think now is a good time to tell me why we're going to Miami," Rachel said, her voice filled with curiosity.
I furrow my brow, feeling a bit confused. "What do you mean? I told you why we're going to Miami, didn't I?"
She let out a scoff and glanced around, ensuring no one was eavesdropping. Satisfied, she leaned in closer. "You and I both know it's not
