Simón’s private jet soared through the sky back to Italy. My thoughts were still preoccupied by my family, knowing I had a lot of work to do still.
I really missed them, but the feeling of missing them would never outweigh the feeling of never seeing them again because they got killed.
I don’t ever think I could forgive myself if something happened to them.
“Drink?” Simón asked as he stood in the aisle of his private jet, holding a bottle of vodka and two crystal glasses.
“What’s the occasion?” I smirked.
“Does there need to be an occasion to have a drink?” I watched as his blue eyes shone with amusement.
“I guess not.” I moved my bag off of the seat next to me, letting him sit down.
He poured us each a glass before handing me one. I sipped on it slowly, letting the burn invi
