24

Nico’s POV

The plane touches down in Los Angeles at exactly a few minutes after 12:00 noon.

I could only manage a brief nap before my eyes snap open again. I look beside me to glare at Fabio, who has just shaken me awake.

"We’re here," he announces, taking off his seatbelt and standing up. I roll my eyes. He just has to point out the obvious, as if I’m blind or something.

The rest of the men climb down the plane. Blade and Mario follow behind, taking the luggage with them. They mostly contain arms and other weapons that we need.

"You guys go on and settle down at the mansion," I say to Fabio.

He tilts his head to the side, leaning against the plane and looking at me with a curious expression. "And you?" he questions. "What are you up to?"

"None of your business," I’m tempted to say. I refrain, however, knowing I don’t have to be rude. After all, he’s only asking an honest question. I have to admit, most of the time he is a bit too curious for his own good.

"I’m going over to the compa