the abused wife of the Mafia King

chapter6

...........the day of the trip...........

I bid farewell to my mother and Dan as soon as possible. It's not like they cared anyway, but Dan warned me about boys.

According to Dan, I am not allowed to date anyone, and if I do, he will make my mother suffer, so I never allowed anyone near me, nor did I ever open my heart to anyone. He has always been the barrier in my life; he is like a cure that I cannot shake off. Dan has always been the one to get my clothes and pants, and he says that everything I wear should cover my whole body. And it has been exhausting trying to live by his rules.

For my mother's sake, I have always done what Dan has asked me to, but I wish she would leave him for my sake. But I know it is already past the expiry date to separate them.

All the students gathered up at the airport and checked into our flight.

Just as we entered the plane, there was an issue with my seat, so one of the flight attendants sent me into the first-class section; hey, I am not complaining.

But as I entered the first class, I saw everyone wearing designer dresses and suits, expensive handbags, and watches, which I only dreamt of.

I sat in my seat just as I was about to get comfortable. A tall, well-built guy comes and sits next to me.

He smelled amazing, making me look in his direction.

I turn to the side, only to encounter a Greek god.

Jesus, he was beautiful. He saw me look at him, but I quickly turned away.

It was my first time flying, so I was terrified; I had never been out of the country and never traveled, so this was a moment of horror for me.

The seat belt sign came above my head, and I quickly took my seatbelt and put it on.

I look out the window, and I immediately close my eyes. I start to panic as the radio above my head tells me we are about to take off. My heart sinks into my stomach, and I want to throw up.

I hold on to the handstand as tightly as possible, not wanting to look anywhere; I close my eyes and start chanting prayers.

The guy next to me is as calm as an owl; I can only smell him, and surprisingly, his smell calms my nerves down. He smells like white roses and Chamomile flowers with a hint of honey.

My god, this smell drives me crazy, in a good way.

So, I tilted my head to the side and slightly hid my head under his arms, taking in his scent. He doesn't say anything, giving me his arm to hold for support. I hide my face under his enormous arm, and he takes his other arm and puts it in front of me, holding the seat handle on the opposite side of me.

I don't know what it is, but his protectiveness makes me feel safer.

I stay in his arms for what feels like an eternity until he gently taps on my shoulder and points outside the window.

Embarrassed, I quickly let go of his arm and looked out the window. And oh my god, it is a beautiful sight to see.

Above the cloud, I can see a small square block of land underneath my feet.

The coastline is beautiful above here; it just wants me to sit here and admire the view.

Just as I watched the view, I fell asleep, not knowing exactly when I fell asleep, but I did; all I remember was that a giant arm took me in and put my head on his shoulder.

After 10 hours, I woke up, and no one was on the plane; the seat next to me was empty. I panic, quickly getting up to see a flight attendant.

I rushed to her and asked, "Hey, where is everyone?" I asked, perturbed.

"Everyone has exited the plane, miss; the boss asked us not to disturb you," she said politely.

I looked at her, all confused about who asked her not to disturb me.

She sees me all confused and worried, so she quickly adds. "Miss, we haven't been here for a long time; the plane only landed 20 minutes ago; your group is currently outside the plane in the checkout section". I sign a relief and take my luggage; I head out of the plane and go straight into the checkout section, where everyone is standing. Luckily, they were still checking out, so I wasn't late.

As I waited in line for my turn, I could not help but think about the guy next to me; he was kind and gentle; he took care of me and helped me eliminate my fear of the plane take-off.

And surprisingly, his scent was intoxicating, but it did help me calm down.

I wanted to meet and thank the guy for what he did.

We completed our checkout, and a giant double-decker bus pulled up at the front of the airport. It was a red double-decker bus, with Sky Bus written on black.

It was called the double-decker because it had a double store, the top was open, and people could sit on it with fresh air and a view.

Most of the kids went up, and I decided to go up as well, but to my surprise, I did not find any available seats; it was all taken. Disappointed, I returned and sat alone at the bottom of the bus.

"This is going to be a great trip," I muttered.

But I decided to push all that past and enjoy Greece.

They don't lie; it is a beautiful country. And it was lively, the city was small and mostly all the shops were outdoor. Everyone here was wearing lovely floral patterned dresses. As I look out the window, I see a line of black cars passing our bus. The vehicles were all fancy and expensive. All the windows were black-tinted so that I couldn't see the inside. But it must've been someone important.