LILY
It didn't take Luca up to an hour before returning. "Pack your bags." He orders as he storms into the living room. "We. Are. Going. To. London."
"No way!" I jump on him, wrapping my legs around his waist and blowing tiny kisses across his face. I stop and stare at him. "But wait. We don't have a flight ticket."
Luca groans. "What do I own a private jet for?"
"You're so sweet."
He frowns. "Only for you."
It didn't take long for us to head into the jet. It was until the plane took off and we were half way across the coast before my panic mode was activated. Why was Luca being so nice to me after I just witnessed him murdering four men? How did he manage to get tickets for the event on such short notice? Wait, he never even told me he got tickets. I didn't call Tiffany or my mom t
