“The flight has been delayed,” Elena said as she walked into the suite the next morning. She didn't even bother to greet. “Luciano didn’t seem to care much when I told him Elian suddenly felt sick and you both had to leave early. He just waved it off.”
Dex was sitting on one of the couches in the living room, a cigarette held between his fingers. He didn't give any response to her feedback, not like she was expecting one anyways. The man didn’t even look at her.
Taking a deep breath, she hesitated at first, before asking. “So… are you going to tell me what the real plan is now? Why you needed him out of the picture so badly?”
Dex stayed silent for a long moment, staring straight ahead. Finally, his eyes finally met hers, and he spoke.
“I’m planning to seal a deal with the Antonov syndi
