TEN
1377 Words
The conversation with Britney was fast as she eagerly bought the idea. Brandon and Wilson, however, didn't tell her the reason for her transfer. The less she had knowledge of what was ongoing, the lesser she was put in harm's way. Before they even finished, Britney with a smile on her face grabbed her coat and walked out with them.
By the time they hit outside, a tinted SUV was packed, waiting for them. They entered, driving straight to the airport.
The morning had already taken over the fave of the earth, driving the night into a corner. Yet, the plane was waiting. Wilson had intended for this to be down at night. However, with the entire situation and having to clarify it to Brandon, he wasn't swift enough. That didn't mean he was late.
“Be a good girl. I'll miss you too,” Brandon said to her sister as he embraced her in a tight hug, restraining the tears threatening to drop from his eyes. “Make sure to call me at any inconvenience, mama.”
“I'll,” Britney responded in-between sobs. She almost lost it during her brother's absence. All her life, she has never been separated from Brandon. Never! He was her all. But, she understood that this had to happen. It was for the best.
“Take care now, Miss Daniel,” Wilson said with a stern voice, stretching out his hand for a shake.
Rolling her eyes, “we have grown past this. Come here!” Lunged at Wilson, hugging him. “I know you're best for my brother. Take care of each other,” she whispered. “If anything happens to him, or, you make him cry, I will fly back to wherever you're and haunt you down,” she threatened.
Wilson broke into a smile and said, “oh, I'm scared to my bone.” Releasing her, “now, be a good girl and go. Don't keep my pilots waiting.”
She nodded as she made to hug Brandon once more before heading to the plane. She waved at them before the doors of the plane closed.
Brandon turned around and leaned into Wilson, sobbing.
“You didn't even wail for me like this,” Wilson teased. “Does that mean you love Britney more than me?”
Snorting, “not now, Wilson,” Brandon said, slapping his chest.
“Let's go, baby.”
Wilson took Brandon's hand and led him towards the car, opening the door for him to enter. Brandon slouched his head against Wilson's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart while looking out the window. He was lost in thought of what the next chapter of his life with Wilson held. How was he going to fit into his world?
“Thinking about the things I would do to you?” Wilson asked. He deeply growled, hitting Brandon's mind, and bringing him back to the present. Wilson ran his hand over Brandon's disheveled hair. Wilson's fingers followed a precise pattern, as if he was trying to comb the hair.
Chuckling, “not really,” he responded, tipping his head up to meet the stares of Wilson. “I'm just thinking of what next we're going to do. How we're going to face our situation.”
“Hush, baby. You worry too much. I've got us. Just rest,” he kissed his forehead while aiding to place him in his formal position.
They drove in silence as Brandon drifted off to sleep while Wilson resumed working on his tablet. The journey was smooth, and they arrived in a private hangar shortly. This was another place that housed one of Wilson's planes.
Gently placing a kiss on his head, “wake up, baby. We're here,” he announced to sleepy Brandon.
With a bit of protest, he woke up, getting away from Wilson. Steadily, he got out of the car with the help of Wilson, who led him to the plane. “Just how many of these do you own?”
“Do we own?” he corrected. “Five. Although, I mostly use two. The other three are on commercial. They fetch me a decent amount every month.”
Brandon smiled. Typical Wilson. Always making a business out of everything. As they got to the roaring plane and boarded it, Brandon watched the SUV begin to get smaller and smaller, driving away from them Suddenly, it exploded, going up in flame.
Wilson shot to his feet and rushed to the door of the plane. It hadn't taken off yet, so he climbed the stairs, getting off. As Brandon followed behind, “stay in the plane,” he ordered. Brandon obeyed and went back.
Wilson with steady strides reached the flaming car, his guards who Brandon hadn't even noticed their presence, alerted from the plan too. About four, all dressed in tuxedos. “What happened?” Wilson questioned as they got to him.
One, who was speaking to someone on his wired earpiece, shook his head in dismay. Another moved closer to the flaming car to see if anything could be savaged of its remnant. Wilson ran his hand through his hair as he frantically rubbed his temple with the other. “Can someone tell me what the f**k is going on? Why is the vehicle that just dropped me up in flames? I need answers,” he barked.
The tall, bald, handsome guy who had the earpiece spoke. “I think it's best we get you out of here, sir. I have a unit over to dismantle and find out the cause of the explosion. For now, it's just speculation that a bomb was planted on it. We're not certain, and your staying here might endanger you the more. We don't. . .”
“Enough! I have heard enough. They want to play dirty? They want to come after me even when I have decided to lie low and peacefully handle this? This was the last straw. The threat that drew the battle line. They have taken away so much from me. Now, I'll hunt them. This town will cry blood. All those involved, tonight marks their last night of having a peaceful sleep!” he ranted into thin air.
Wilson was never a man to lose his composure. Yes, he had a horrible temperament, but, he never showed it. Occasionally, lashing out, that was true, but never showed his emotions. This got to him. The fact that, twice in a row, he would have lost Brandon because he was unable to protect him.
“Elijah?”
“Yes, sir,” the bald guy answered.
“Change of plans. Double my security details. I'm staying.”
“Sir?”
“You heard me right. Move everyone to my second home in Seattle. It is much more secure. Let me get Brandon.”
He stormed towards the plane. “What happened?” Brandon questioned, worry plastered on his face. Yet, he managed to keep his voice warm and stiff, so it didn't show that he was fidgeting inside.
“Nothing I can't handle. Let's go. We're staying.”
Brandon was confused, but knew that Wilson was under a lot of pressure. Questioning or arguing with him wouldn't help matters. Stick by him now and discuss his discomfort later when they have settled.
Taking Brandon's hand, he guided him to a separate car, Wilson had drawn a gun from one of his guards. “You know how to use them?” he asked Branson.
“A bit.”
He simply smiled and tucked away the gun, seeing that it made Wilson feel uneasy. “We're going to another hangar. This time, well, be using our chopper. If our car got bombed, that means our location has been reached. For now, I can't trust anyone but you. One thing is for sure, though, we're going back to work as if nothing happened. They want me to run like a scared kitten, which was what I was trying to do, but they pushed me to a wall. I will drive into their hearts,” he explained to Brandon.
“I'm with you,” Branson whispered. “Let's go get this people. Let's make them pay.”
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