~Even more Complicated~

The stars in the night sky twinkled as they parked in hanger. The private jet glowing like a newly won trophy as they got down from the car. Destination, Nevada. His phone rang, vibrating in his pocket. Zach made a face, taking it out from his pocket knowing exactly who it was. Hesitantly, he picked it up, placing it on his ear.

“Where are you?!” She yelled.

“At the hanger.” He said brutally being honest aware it’ll piss her off.

“Madonnal! (Oh, my God)” She exclaimed in Italian. “Without me!”

“Obviously, Si.” He sighed.

“Stronzo! (*ssh*le)” She hissed.

“I need you to get a hold of Savio’s girl for me, Alright?”

“What do you want?”

“Her men.”

“C’mon now, we have enough men…”

“I need an immediate one. The Yakuza are very infamous over there and it’ll take some time to fly from Italy and russia to Las Vegas and I need this done immediately.”

There was a long pause before Sienna sighed, “Alright fine, I’ll call her.”

“Thank you.” He hung up and then in no time another call came in. It was an unknown number. He immediately picked it up, “Hello?” he said in a matter of urgence.

“Hi, sir!” Zach frowned.

“Who is this?”

“The guy from the ware house?” Zach climbed up the stairs of the jet in a hurry still trying to rack his brain to remember. “I was taken along with your wife, Sir.”

Zach instantly remembered every detail of the guy. “Is it important?”

“It’s about your wife.”

Goosebumps rose from Zach’s body as his eyes widened, alerting Alek who gingerly stood beside him in curiosity. “Tell me.” He ordered eagerly.

“The first place you should search is Las Vegas.” Zach immediately covered the phones speaker and whisper ‘turn around. Las vagas’.  “That’s the information I’ve got maybe you’ll be able to find your wife and my…” he paused. “a friend. She was taken, too…”

“Listen,” Zach paused, “I’ll find all of them, just keep your eyes and ears open and report back to me.”

“Of course.”

*

Eshaal was sat on the bed. Her back against the head-rest and her knees hugged to herself in the ventilated room as she relayed the R’s words in her head.

You don’t have to care... just let me play dad for a while.

Her eyes sized him up and down before she laughed. This laugh was different from her usual. Not only was she laughing at the ridiculousness of his sentence but she was laughing at the whole situation. She just needed to laugh it all out. Maybe, it’ll be alright from here.

“I’m not 6, in case you haven’t noticed.” She retorted. “If that’s what you brought me here for then...” she started to have a rethink.

Maybe, she could escape if she allowed him. Maybe, this was her gateway out. Her eyes studied his face. He had on a small smile on his face but she could definitely say it wasn’t one of threat. “then what?” he asked gently. She didn’t respond. “Eshaal,” he sighed. “it’ll be best if you didn’t try to be stubborn. You’re in a bright room now, but in minutes you can be in a dark room made to keep a chicken.” Eshaal internally cringed at imagining a tight-dark room. “…At least if you’re not thinking of yourself, think about your baby.” Eshaal’s eyes widened in shock at his words. “You’ve already been through so much and I hate bad parents.”