Page 19 of Inherting the Mafia

I needed to get to the bottom of this before we took off. If he freaked out once we were in the air, he could cause the airplane to crash.

Tony shook his head. "I don't know."

"Tell me what you're thinking, what you're feeling," I demanded. "What's freaking you out?"

Was this guy a head case?

"I can't get on that plane."

I wanted to groan. "Why not?"

Tony shook his head. "I don't know."

"Are you afraid of flying?"

"No, I've never flown before, but it actually seems kind of exciting."

"Then what is freaking you out?"

Tony started to shake his head, but his gaze landed on the airplane. "I don't think I can get on that airplane."

This was going to make things messy.

"Tony, we have to get on the plane," I explained. "It's the only way for us to get home."

Tony shook his head frantically this time. "Nope."

I sighed, feeling a major migraine coming on. "Why don't you want to get on the plane, Tony?"

"Because I don't want to die!"

"Okay, okay," I said, trying to calm him down. "Just calm down. We don't have to get on the plane if you really don't want to."

Instead of being relieved, Tony shoved a hand through his hair and started pacing again. "Everyone needs to get off the plane."

My eyebrows shot up. "You want everyone off the plane?"

Tony nodded.

I wasn't sure what was freaking him out so much, but if taking everyone off the plane calmed him down, I'd do it. He was the boss after all.

I ordered Boris to tell everyone to get off the plane, including the pilot. He gave me a confused frown, but did as I said. When everyone came down the stairs, I gestured for them to go stand in the registration office. I didn't want them to see their boss losing it.

"Okay, Tony, everyone is off the plane. Is that better?"

Tony nodded. "Is there any way we can rent another plane?"

My jaw dropped. "You want to rent a different plane?"

I had honestly thought he was terrified of flying.

"I won't get on that plane," Tony said vehemently. "But we still need to fly to Italy, don't we?"

"Yes, but..." I squinted at him before glancing at the airplane. What I was thinking didn't make any sense, but I couldn't shake the feeling that Tony knew something I didn't.

I snapped my fingers, getting Mateo's attention. "Go get two guards and search the plane, every inch of it. Look for anything out of place."

"Yes, sir."

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