Chapter Ten- Dior
Stepping out of the plane’s bathroom, I stopped and adjusted my linen vest, fixing the top button.
The matching shorts stopped mid-thigh. Buddha chose this outfit.
Had I known creepy ass Luca would be here, I would have worn an XL garbage bag.
I could feel his slimy eyes following me as I walked back to my seat.
As soon as I sat down, Buddha leaned over and buckled me in.
“We’ll be landing in a few minutes,” he informed me, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
I smiled at him because it didn’t take long of being on the plane for me to realize that the big, bad, invincible Buddha was afraid of flying.
I reached up and touched his face, my way of letting him know it will be fine.
I was super excited for this trip, even though Buddha told me I would have to find ways to entertain myself because he would be busy with Francesco and his father. The trip to Tuscany was only three days, but I still planned on making the best of it.
“Please, fasten your seatbelts as we begin our descent to Florence Airport,” the captain made his announcement.
I looked straight ahead as I relaxed in my seat.
I had never been on a private plane before, and this was dope as fuck.
Having your own crew cater to you and nice, roomy seats, with a reserved room for napping if you get tired, was something I wish I could tell Mia.
The feel of someone’s eyes on me made me turn to the opposite side of where I was seated. There was Luca again, just gawking at me with an expression I couldn’t read. He always manages to glare at me when he knows Buddha wasn’t watching.
I didn’t want him to think I was a pushover, so I cut my eyes at him.
Luca better not get shit twisted and let my pretty face fool him.
I got into physical fights with both men and women; I didn’t let a certain sex intimidate me.
Apparently, Luca found my stare-down amusing.
The corners of his upper lip sneered as he smirked at me.
Fucking prick, I thought before looking away from him. I focused on the window at the beautiful city of Tuscany below.
Buddha, exhaling loudly, caught my attention. He was opening and closing his mouth, using his index finger to wiggle around in his ear. I guess the change in altitude was affecting his hearing.
“Hey, you alright?” I asked. He turned to me briefly with an annoyed look that was kind of comical.
“I will be once we land,” he answered, rubbing his forehead. I reached for his hand and held it.
“Aww, baby, I would have never guessed you’d be afraid of flying,” I tried not to sound as if I wasn’t mocking him, but I failed. Buddha turned to me and made a face.
“I’m not afraid, I just don’t fucking like it. Big difference,” I curled my lips in as I tried to hide my giggle. That was definitely men’s logic.
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” I said softly, before lifting his hand clasped in mine so I could kiss his knuckles.
“Petardo (firecracker), you get on my nerves,” I laughed at what he said, realizing that the nickname would never leave me.
*****
“Well, what am I supposed to do when you’re gone all day?
” I pouted my lower lip while Buddha gathered his belongings because he was about to be gone for the day.
The hotel room was perfect, apparently it cost over 3k a night, and it was located in the heart of Tuscany.
I was already in love with Italy and didn’t want to leave.
“Don’t start that shit,” I pouted my lip even further at Buddha’s response.
I sat on the bed as he slipped his Aviator-style Tom Ford sunglasses on his face.
Dressed in a white shirt and a pair of casual black slacks, Buddha looked like he could be a model for a men’s magazine.
His chain was visible, peeking through the buttons on his shirt.
“You know this is a business trip,” he eyed me as though he was daring me to keep complaining.
“Is Luca going to be with you guys?” I asked, just in case I wanted to wander around the hotel. The last thing I wanted was to accidentally bump into him.
“Why?” Buddha asked, pausing from rolling up his sleeves. I bit into my upper lip, regretting that I said anything.
“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head.
“Na, don’t fucking go there with me. Why did you ask that?” He took his sunglasses off so he could stare at me much better.
“I mean, it’s nothing really. I just get a weird vibe about him,” I shrugged my shoulders, hoping that I didn’t overstep. Even though Luca wasn’t his blood cousin, he was still considered family. Buddha stood staring at me for a few seconds before he walked over to the dresser in the hotel room.
I watched in silence when he opened the top drawer and pulled out a gun. I sat upright, wondering what the fuck he was about to do with that.
“Come here,” I was a bit hesitant at first, but then I stood up and bravely walked over to him. Buddha shoved the gun in my hand. Confused, I looked at the weapon and then at him.
“Wh-what is this for?” I asked. Never have I ever had the cause to hold a gun before.
“That is yours. I want you to use it if the need arises,” coming up behind me, Buddha guided me as he lifted my arm in the air with the gun at the end.
“You take the safety off like this and aim right for the middle of that mothafucka's forehead. Then you squeeze it like that and pull the trigger,” I felt like this was some sort of setup.
Was Buddha training me to kill his cousin?
“So, you want me to shoot Luca?” I asked cautiously.
“I want you to shoot any mothafucka that tries you if I’m not around to protect you. I don’t give a fuck who it is. Raise this gun and aim for between their fucking eyes,” Buddha let go of my arm and stepped back.
I looked down at the gun in my hand and felt like throwing up. Guns were something I never particularly liked, and here I was being told to shoot anyone who came at me the wrong way.
“Can you put it back in the drawer?” I asked, holding my arms out with the gun lying in my palms like a dead body. Saying nothing, Buddha did as I asked and put the gun away. I tried not to act like a spoiled baby because he was about to leave me.
“I got something for you,” Buddha said, slowly walking toward me with his hand in his pocket. I remained quiet because I felt as though nothing he could give me would lift my spirits. However, when he took my phone out for me to take, the widest smile spread across my lips.
“Really?” I asked, just to be sure, before I took it.
“Yeah, really. I trust you with it, don’t make me regret that shit,” I retrieved my phone from his hand, then I leaped into his arms, throwing my hands around his neck.
“Thank you, thank you,” I said, holding his face, raining kisses all over it.
“What are my rules?” I asked because I just knew this phone came with a bunch of fucking dos and don’ts.
“You should know by now what you should and shouldn’t say.
Feel free to let Mia and your sister know that you’re in Italy.
You’re not allowed to speak about my family and what we do.
Have them believe that we own legitimate businesses and nothing else.
Do you understand me?” I nodded my head quickly to let him know I got it.
“I’ll also need you to delete all your social media accounts.
Facebook, Instagram, all that shit. My family doesn't fuck with those things. It makes it way too easy for people to track you and know where the fuck you are. Do you know that’s how I found you that night?
The night we took you from that bar, you posted on your Instagram, and there I was. ”
I listened to what Buddha expected me to do, as I stared at my device. Posting that I was at the bar was how he showed up, which was something I never even thought about. I really didn’t want to just delete all my shit; I had over 5k followers on Instagram.
“Are you seriously fucking hesitating, Dior? Gimme that mothafucking phone,” Buddha snatched the cell from my hand so fast, I didn’t have time to think.
“No, I wasn’t hesitating. I promise I’ll delete all my socials,” I pleaded with him, trying to take my phone back, but he held it above his head, knowing that I couldn’t reach it.
“Delete that shit now in front of me,” he said, handing me my phone. Taking it, I felt sick to my stomach as I unlocked it. One by one, I deactivated my social media accounts so Buddha could see.
“Good girl. Now, I gotta go. When I get back, I’ll take you to dinner or something. My number is saved as marito, just in case you need me for anything,” Buddha said, as he began walking toward the room door.
“Marito? What does that mean?” I asked, walking closely behind him, dreading that he was about to leave me.
“Husband,” Buddha replied, and I couldn’t even lie, that made me smile and blush.
“Will you be long?” I asked as he opened the door. Turning around, Buddha smiled and then reached for me.
“I’ll try my best to get back as soon as I can. Come here,” he grabbed behind my neck, and he pulled me toward him. brushing his lips over mine and then using the tip of his tongue to encourage me to open my mouth. I was more than happy to oblige, and we stood there enjoying each other’s lips.
“Be good, use the safety lock on the door when I leave,” that was the last thing Buddha said before pulling back from me and walking down the corridor.
Tomasso was staying on the floor below, as was Luca and his father.
Doing as he asked, I locked the door and then immediately dialed Chanel’s number.
“Dior?” She answered on the first ring. The smile on my face couldn’t be any brighter once I heard my sister’s voice.
“I told you I’d call. I miss you so much. How have you been?” I gushed, walking outside so I could sit on the balcony and soak in the Tuscany sun.
“I miss you too. I wish you’d come home,” I frowned once I heard how sad she sounded.