Page 89 of Unbreakable

We slowly get up from the bed, walking around the room to get to our clothes, our cocks flapping in the wind, slightly erect, both from morning wood and sleeping next to the most gorgeous woman in the world.

“Baby, you want cream and sugar in your coffee, or black?” Bash asks, his voice when he’s talking to her more sanguine then when he’s conversing with us. Thirty minutes later, we’re all dressed and packed with what little belongings we brought and heading out of the door with coffee and doughnuts in hand, heading to the private air strip that Draco commadered.

As we ride down in the elevator, I grow more curious about where the money is coming from seeing he’s only a college professor, but before I can even build up the nerve to ask, Bash blurts it out.

“Where does your money come from? I ran a check on you and came up with nothing, and I’m good at what I do. The only thing I noticed was a slight glitch with your degree, but I couldn’t get past the firewall protecting it. Is there something you’re hiding from us, from Arizona?”

He takes a sharp inhale of breath, letting his head fall back to tap on the wall of the elevator.

“This is not to leave the people in this elevator.” He pauses for a moment, casting a glance at each of us as we nod in agreement. “My family hails from Italy, in fact they’re still there. I’m the son of Ivano Bianchi, head of the main Italian crime family. My father didn’t choose the lifestyle that was thrust upon him by his own father as he was the first born. When me and my twin were born, he swore to my mother we would be able to choose what we wanted. I wanted to teach, my brother wanted to help my father rule. His best hacker changed all my information, and I came to the states. I have money in an offshore account which allows me access to the more luxury items I grew accustomed to as a child.”

The look of the others in the elevator matched mine, awe and disbelief at what we just heard. We take a moment to let everything he said sink it as we ride down. No one speaks a word until we hear the ding of the elevator as the door opens and that’s when my angel speaks up, lightening the mood.

“So, we have a jet and can fly to all the exotic locations I want to visit at any time? Hell yeah!” she says as she pumps her uninjured arm up in the air, causing us all to burst out in a chorus of laughter.

Draco leaves us to make his way over to the reception counter to check us out of the rooms and settle the bill. I catch Arizona looking nervously around the room.

“What’s wrong Ari baby?” I ask as I move over closer in her direction to stand beside her, placing my arm over her shoulder.

“I don’t know. I guess I just feel like he’s going to jump out at any moment and take me back. And then I wonder if my father is really dead, or if he’s waiting in the shadows as well.” she whispers softly to me, so no one other than the four of us could hear.

“Babe, your father is a hundred percent dead, and the motherfucker he was associated with is hogtied on the jet, ready to meet his fate and heavily guarded by seven prospects at the moment. No one is taking you from us again.” Bash tells her and for security, he pulls up something on this phone and shows it to her, causing her to break out into a smile, before she bends over in joyful laughter. Bash then turns the phone to show us what he showed her.

A picture sent by Earl, the jack off hogtied on the floor, butt ass naked, with an apple in his mouth, looking like the main course at a pig pickin’, sending us all into an uproar of belly hurting laughter.

Draco makes his way back across the room towards us, his eyebrows raised in curiosity at what’s so funny, before Bash shows him the picture and a cheeky grin comes over his face.

“Okay now that we’ve seen a sight that cannot be unseen, let's get out of here and head home. I, for one, am ready to be back.” Draco says.

I keep my arms around Arizona’s shoulder as I turn her, walking out of the hotel with her in my arms.

At this moment I know she is the endgame for me, and I’ll be spending the rest of my life with her. Looking around at the others and the devotion present in their eyes when they look at her, I know they feel the same way.

Jace

We load up into the truck and make the ride to the airport. I see her beginning to slouch against Knox and I know she’s still tired.

“Ari, baby, just a little longer and you can lay down in the jet and get some more sleep.” Knox tells her. She gives just a slight nod of her head and a "uh huh” to let us know she heard what he said. As we pull onto the air strip at the airport, already having it set up that the rental company would pick the truck up from here, we see Earl and the guys on the tarmac, guns in hand and pointed at the twins, who in turn have their guns pulled.

“What’s going on, are they coming to take him back?” she asks frantically, her voice becoming high and squeaky as she speaks.

“I don’t know Arizona, but I’ll find out. Jace come with me. Draco and Knox stay in the truck with her until we come back.” Bash orders, his game face firmly planted on his face.

We both exit out of the truck, pulling our guns before charging over to where everyone is standing.

“We aren't giving him up!” I hear Earl angrily tell them, before we step up to his side.

“We had a deal.” Bash interjects quickly.

One of the twins gets a shit eating grin on his face before he begins to speak. “We did, and we still do. You have jumped to conclusions rather quickly, don’t you think? We don’t want him back; we want him dead just as much as you. We simply want to come along and watch his death, we’re eager to see what you have planned and to ensure he does in fact die.”

“Give us a moment.” Earl tells them, as he motions for us to move over to the side leaving the prospects in their position with guns pulled.

“This is your call Bash, do you trust them?” Earl asks.

“Prez, honestly I think we can. They helped us when we rescued her and never went against the plan. I think they just need the physical assurance that their father is dead, and that it’s painful.” Bash states, conviction in his words.

“Then let them know they can come, and let's get on the plane so we can head home.” Earl announces, turning and heading to the plane. While Bash heads over to the twins, I head to the truck to give an update of the change of plans.

Reaching the truck, I open the front passenger door and slide inside, turning in the seat to face the back.

“The twins will be joinin’ us back to Memphis, they simply want to see their father’s demise, to ensure it happens and for the satisfaction of watchin’ him beg for mercy, which there will be none of. Bash feels we can trust them after they stuck to the rescue plan with Arizona. So, let’s head on over and get you settled on the jet so you can get some rest.”

We all exit the truck, Draco taking her hand in his as we all make our way across the tarmac and board the jet.

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