Page 18 of Inherting the Mafia

"Tony."

"What?" I asked.

"Let them carry the bags."

"I'm perfectly able to carry my own bags."

Vito arched an eyebrow until I huffed and set my bags down. Once I did, he turned and casually walked into the building.

"I'm never going to get used to this," I whispered as I followed behind him. I could hear the footsteps of Boris following after me. The massive man was never more than a few feet from me.

Kind of creepy.

Inside the building, I stood next to Vito as he checked us in and then followed him to the hangar where we boarded abig white jet. The inside was surprising, ten tan colored leather chairs in two separate rows. There was a small kitchenette at the back with two doors just beyond.

I was curious about the doors, but Vito ushered me into one of the seats, taking the one directly across from me. The bodyguards that accompanied us took up seats behind us.

There was a palatable tension in the room as we waited for the airplane to start moving. I swallowed hard, trying to get even a sliver of liquid in my dry throat.

I'd never flown before, but I didn't think that was what was unsettling me. There was something else bothering me, but damned if I could figure it out what it was.

"How soon until the plane takes off?" I asked.

"Probably about thirty minutes," Vito replied. "Why?"

I jumped up. "I need to stretch my legs."

"Tony."

I ignored Vito and hurried toward the door of the airplane. Luckily, we hadn't even left the hangar yet. I quickly went down the stairs and started walking around the hangar.

"Tony, is everything okay?" Vito asked.

I turned and started walking toward him, noticing that Boris had also gotten off the airplane and stood next to him, his hands clasped together in front of him. One of the other bodyguards had also come off the plane and stood next to him.

"Tony?"

"I don't know." I started rubbing my hands up and down my arms. They didn't ache exactly, but I felt as if someone was sending an electrical current through my veins.

Something was definitely wrong. All my Spidey senses were tingling. Thoughts ran through my head at lightning speed, one after the other as I tried to figure out what was freaking me out.

On one of my treks through the hangar, Vito stepped in front of me, halting my steps. "What's wrong, Tony? Are you worried about flying? I can assure you, it's perfectly safe."

I shook my head. "No, the flying part doesn't bother me, but..."

Vito frowned. "But what?"

"Something isn't right."

I just didn't know what it was.

Chapter Six

~ Vittorio ~

Tony was totally freaking out. I could see it. His pupils were blow wide and he was rubbing his arms like he was seconds away from crawling out of his skin.

The next time Tony walked past me, I grabbed him by the arms. "What's wrong, Tony?"

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