Page 4 of Don't Break My Heart
Romeo motions to the flight attendant to bring us some drinks, and she makes her way right over.
“What will it be, boys, whiskey like your papa?” She grins at the boys with an over-the-top kind of smile that makes me glare at her. Her uniform is a little too tight over her curves, and her crisp white shirt has one button too many undone. She’s the kind of girl who likes the attention from men like this, you can just tell.
“Thanks,” Orlando mutters, not giving her a second of attention.
Romeo gives her a little nod, but Onyx and Reef both politely decline.
The twins must need something to take the edge off just as much as I do. Or maybe something to ease the pain they’re in. “Champagne for the lady?” she asks a little too sweetly when she’s clearly flirting with my men.
I raise a brow. “No, thank you, I’ll have the whiskey.”
She gives me a funny unimpressed look, so I smile extra sweetly toward her. Have I said something wrong already? She pours my drink and hands it to me.
“Anything else, just sing out. I’m here to make your flight as comfortable as possible.” She winks at Romeo as she says it, and my whole body stiffens.
“That will be all,” he says bluntly.
She gives me another glance before she walks away, wheeling her little trolley with her back up to the front.
“Try and be nice, doll face.” Romeo chuckles under his breath.
I roll my eyes. “Nice! She was openly flirty. What do you normally get on these types of flights, blowjobs or some shit?” I hold my hand up. “Don’t answer me,” I say quickly before I hear something I don’twant to. I know Romeo had a whole other life before he met me, and I know the kind of man he is, sex-obsessed. I’m sure that’s exactly what he would have gotten on a flight like this.
It’s not long before the captain announces he’s preparing the plane for takeoff, and we need to be belted into our seats. My hands and feet tingle, and I feel sweat trickling down the back of my neck. Fuck, I don’t want to do this. I throw my drink back, praying to whoever will listen that it knocks me the fuck out so I can just pretend this isn’t happening. That I’m not going further away from my life, my family, my club, and my friends.
Orlando’s fingers tangle with mine. “You’re okay,” he assures me, like he can sense I’m on the verge of freaking the fuck out.
But he’s wrong, I’m not okay. My breathing becomes harsher, and my scared eyes meet with Onyx’s. Oh, dear God. I can’t do this.
Onyx unbuckles his belt, closing the gap between us in an instant, dropping to his knees in front of me.
My eyes go all blurry, I can hardly make him out.
“Trouble,” he murmurs, but his voice sounds so far away. “Fuck, she’s having a panic attack,” he growls out next.
I hear them, all my boys telling me I’m okay, trying to bring me out of the fog, but it’s no use. I’m too far gone.
“Hey, trouble, breathe with me. In for four… out for four.” I feel Onyx’s hands on me and try to focus on his words.
Orlando squeezes my hand tighter. “Treasure, you’re okay.”
Romeo calls to the flight attendant for water, and I feel Reef in front of me as well. They’re all here, but it’s no use. What can any of them do to help me?
Onyx clicks his fingers in front of my face, then his hands drop to my knees, bringing all my attention to him and him only. “Breathe. In for four… out for four,” he repeats himself.
I follow Onyx’s instructions, breathing when he tells me to. I have no idea how much time passes, but after a while, his rugged face comes back into view. The fog begins to clear, and my breathing returns to a slow steady rhythm.
“Sorry,” I whisper when I see all four of them slowly materialize in front of my eyes, their faces etched with concern. I didn’t mean to cause such a fuss. “I’m fine, you can go back to your seats.” I shoo them away, my cheeks heating. I’m embarrassed and pissed with myself.
Onyx doesn’t look convinced, staring back at me like he can’t pull away, not even if it’s to move to the seat just across.
“I’m okay,” I say again so he knows he can go. The last thing I want to do is cause a scene in front of their papa that has me looking weak in his eyes. It was just a momentary lapse.
Onyx backs away and takes his seat beside Reef, his eyes still glued to me.
Romeo hands me a bottle of water with the cap off, and I take it, sipping slowly. His head drops so his lips brush my earlobe. “How many pills have you taken today, doll face? My bet is the ones you took in the bathroom were not your first.”
I glance at him; he was watching me, fucker. “None of your business, Romeo,” I snip, bitchier than I probably should with the concern in his voice.
