THE DARK AIRCRAFT

As my feet touched the ground, he discreetly grabbed my ass, pushing me gently to move forward. I sent him a shocked glance—that was behavior worthy of an adolescent boy or a horny highschool teenager not a freaking Mafia Boss. He was acting like a boy in love, a boy who can't get enough of his girlfriend and we both knew that wasn't the case.

But he only smirked, sliding his hand up to my back and leading me forward. Leo was in our front, he was a very lazy tiger, stretching his paws as he walked.

I was greeted by the sight of the dark lord's private jet. I didn't like flying but I would manage the jet, it was big and for some strange reason, the size canceled the feeling of flying. My first time flying was the day he bought me, but I paid no attention to the means of transportation that day, instead I did the situation.

I looked at the huge private jet with his initials MR boldly plastered, as the blades revolved, I shivered. The whole scenario made it worse because I couldn't see