Page 40 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

“Thank you,” I whispered on an exhale. “But I swear to God, Dimitri, everyone better stay safe.”

His lips brushed against my forehead, sending tingles across my skin. “Don’t worry. We’ll all be together again tonight, I promise. I’ll even have the guys give us updates throughout the day.”

That did make me feel better.

“In the meantime, can we enjoy the special day I’ve got planned? I may have had a motive to get you out of the penthouse for the day, but I did actually plan something fun, and I want to take you out, Kitania. I want to date you…properly.”

God. This man.“Yes. I’d like that. Love it, actually.”

The SUV slowed, turning onto what looked like an abandoned stretch of concrete and patchy grass. I frowned, peering out the window. There was nothing around for miles except…

“Is that a hangar?” I pressed my face closer to the glass, spotting a massive building in the distance.

Dimitri’s smile widened, an almost boyish excitement replacing his usual stoic expression. “It is.”

The SUV pulled to a stop, and before I could ask another question, Dimitri was out of the car and opening my door, extending his hand. I took it, allowing him to help me out, the breeze immediately whipping my hair around my face.

“What are we doing here?” I asked, trying to tame my wild strands back behind my ears as I stared up at the enormous structure.

Dimitri’s arm slid around my waist, pulling me close to his side as we walked toward the building. “Giving you an experience you’ll never forget.”

He led me around the building instead, and I stopped in my tracks at what I saw—a sleek black helicopter, its blades still and silent, just waiting to take off.

My mouth gaped open. “Are we... Are you taking me on ahelicopter ride?”

Dimitri’s chuckle vibrated through me where our bodies pressed together. “I am. I thought you might like a change of scenery, a break from the penthouse, and all the renovation planning.” He turned me to face him, his hands warm on my shoulders. “What do you think?”

A thrill shot through me at the thought of flying above the city, seeing the world from a perspective I’d never experienced before.

“I’ve never been in a helicopter. Hell, I’ve never even been on aplane,” I admitted. My nerves mingled with my excitement.

“I know.” Dimitri’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “That’s what makes it special.”

A man in a crisp uniform approached us, nodding respectfully to Dimitri. “Mr. Cristenello, we’re ready when you are.”

“Thank you, Hayes.” Dimitri glanced down at me. “Ready for an adventure, Kit?”

My heart thundered in my chest, but I nodded, allowing Dimitri to lead me toward the helicopter and help me inside. He climbed in after me, then made sure my seatbelt was secure before settling at my side. The pilot handed us headsets, explaining they would protect our ears from the noise and allow us to talk to each other on our own private channel.

The blades started spinning, and though the sound was muffled, it was still loud. I reached for Dimitri’s hand, gripping it tightly. His thumb stroked soothingly over my knuckles as the helicopter began to rise, my stomach dropping.

“Oh!” I gasped as we lifted higher, the ground falling away beneath us. “This is...wow.”

My mate’s deep laugh came through the headset. “Just wait until we’re over the city.”

The helicopter banked gently, heading toward the skyline in the distance. As we approached, the buildings that had always seemed so tall from the ground now looked like toy models. Streets cut in straight lines between structures, cars reduced to tiny specks moving along them like ants.

“That’s the penthouse,” Dimitri said, pointing to a familiar skyscraper. From this height, I could see the rooftop terrace, the pool a small rectangle of blue. “And over there is The Raven.”

I followed his gesture to the nightclub they owned, my eyes widening at how different everything looked from above.

“It’s beautiful,” I breathed, pressing my face to the window. The city spread out beneath us, filled with life and energy.

“I used to hate this city,” D said unexpectedly. “When I was a kid, all I saw were the dangers, the dark corners where my father did business, the places where I learned to fight and kill.”

I turned to him, surprised by this glimpse into a part of him he’d never let anyone see before. My Alpha seldom spoke about his childhood.

“That building there,” he continued, pointing to an old brick structure, “that’s where my father took me for my first lesson in hand-to-hand combat. I was ten.” His lips quirked in a humorless smile. “And that park is where Gio broke his arm climbing a tree when he was seven. I thought my father would kill me for not watching him closely enough.”

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