The plane ride was my most depressing and silent one yet. The cellphone conversation with Darion felt like it was a stab to my heart. He wouldn't explain what happened to Morgan over the phone. There's wasn't a way I could convince him into telling me, he insisted on seeing me in person to tell me.
Starlin got us into the next flight to New York quickly as he could. I told him he didn't have to come too, but he was determined to accompany me the entire way to New York. Ever since I've met Darion, things have started going back to hell. I haven't been this stressed out since I left St. Louis, now it feels like I'm having all the years or stress comeback and punch me square in my eye.
Starlin wanted to have conversations a couple times in the plane. I wasn't feeling it though, he understood I was under distress and that talking isn't exactly what I wanted to do. I'm honestly not sure what I want to do.
I needed to know what happened to Morgan. That's on the top of my list, if I don't find out I'll drive myself crazy. My thoughts are twisted and wondering too much. So many different assumptions rome through my head. It's difficult to just remain with one thought.
"Just stop worrying." Starlin said as we exited the plane. "It's probably nothing major."
"Morgan's gone." I managed my first words to him since when we boarded the plane in Florida. "Just shut up Starlin."
He was only trying to help. I was only being a bitch, an upset ass bitch. He didn't deserve for me to talk to him like this right now, he was only trying to help. Maybe trying to help me was stupid of him, because I'm just going to be the biggest bitch in return. My attitude isn't exactly the nicest right now.
As we walked, I saw the worst two people he could've possibly sent to get me. Tampa and Draper both leaned against the wall, basically impossible to miss. Darion really thought sending them was fine, how fucking dare he? It's because he doesn't care about me, it hates me. That's why he most likely did Morgan and Kristian both dirty, I was sure to be next.
"Those two work for Darion." I nodded to them as I attempted to mix back in with the crowd from our plane ride. "Go to them, I refuse to."
He nodded. "Rose, I said chill out. It's okay."
"Fuck you, ain't none of this shit okay."
He sighed. "Your coming with me."
"What?"
He grabbed my arm and pulled me with him as he walked to them. I tried getting out of his grip, but he's too strong. There wasn't anyway I could separate from his hold on my arm. When we stood before them, he finally let me go. I cursed him out, I don't care if I'm in public right now.
"Shut up, stop being a bitch." Tampa ordered. "This is a war zone Rosey, you thought this was about to be fun and games? You thought wrong, bitches die in this shit. You signed up for it, so deal with the shit."
I stepped into her face. "You say one more fucking word to me in that tone of voice, I swear to God I'll use your own very favorite knife to rip your voice box out. You better talk to me like I'm yo damn momma, because right now you don't want to fuck with Rose Castro."
"Morgan's missing." Darion said from behind me.
I turned to face him. I missed him, greatly. He looked awful, tired, exhausted. I wanted to lay him in a bed so badly and tell him to rest. I felt sorry and stupid for thinking he really killed Morgan.
"Terrorist, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Oh my God."
Darion took me in his arms and held me against him. I could tell he was tired, he could tell I was despairing. He called me to tell me she was kidnapped, just like Jordan.
"She was kidnapped after an interview I had." He said softly.
"Where?" I questioned.
"Here."
"She can't be far."
"Let's go." He took my hand. "We need to get out of this country. I've got a facility in Rome."
"Already?"
"I bought multiple buildings."
"Rich people." I rolled my eyes.
"Morgan's going to call me soon." He said as we started walking. "Just like Jordan did."
"She can't be tortured like him, no I refuse for it to happen to her too."
"I've gotta plan, but we've got to move fast. Tampa and Draper aren't here for you."
"What are they here for?"
"I've started shipping GTAU members to Italy."
I nodded. "Okay, what's Rome going to do?"
"I'll explain later."
"No, explain now."
"Starlin," Darion called my uncle. "Would you like to join GTAU?"
The question took him by shock. I could tell he didn't think too much about it. He has a wife, a child, and another niece to raise back at home. He can't join GTAU, that's like joining the army.
"Sure." He answered, my jaw dropped.
"Go speak with Draper," Darion pointed to them. "They'll get you hip on things."
Starlin nodded. "Gotcha, stay strong Rose."
Darion yanked my hand and we walked to the parking garage. His car wasn't far from the entrance door. It was his usual expensive ass, butterfly door, millionaire car. When we got in, he swerved through the garage like he usually swerves everywhere.
"I missed you." I said, staring at him as he drove.
"Yeah, I missed you too."
"Tell me why your going to Rome."
"Your smart, analyze everything and figure out yourself."
I miss that too, somebody knowing I have the ability to figure out anything if I put my knowledge into it. I haven't been using my brain lately, that's so unlike me. I haven't been thinking correctly, only wildly and terrifyingly. Now that Darion is in my presence, I can go back to thinking fully and precisely.
"Okay baby," I began. "The President couldn't stand you."
The President hated Darion, obviously. Darion was powerful, he's done things that no other human being has ever been near to completing. He advanced warfare to a entire different level for America. He made us the most unbeatable country, the most powerful force in the world. The President didn't want him spreading that power to another country. But my thing is, why would he wan to anyway?
Eventually the President basically said screw your company, shut it down. That pissed Darion off, so he basically said screw you in retaliation. Then, the warfare between the two most powerful men in the country began.
The President caught up with us and kidnapped Jordan and I. We got out very simply though, didn't even take too much work. That's when we split up, then he took Jordan back and gave him to the terrorist.
"The President, handed over Jordan to the terrorist." I thought aloud. "He's dead, so who the fuck kidnapped Morgan? Do you think she's going to the terrorist too?"
"Yes, I do think it's very likely she'll be sent to them as well. That's the thing, the President handed Jordan over."
"Darion, he's dead. It's impossible for Morgan to be given to the terrorist."
Unless President Danger handed over Morgan, it's impossible. I don't think Dangers is that evil and demonic to hand a person to be tortured and murdered on live television. I actually like Dangers, much more than our last President. He showed importance and more care for the country. All our other President cared about was power and he used Darion to get there.
Morgan killed the President herself. She called his office phone before blowing the room into remnants. Plus, to add on they verified the body as the President's. He's been dead, there's no other way to put it. His death was blunt and self-explanatory, he ended viciously and savagely but that's just how it had to end.
"Baby, President Dangers wouldn't do that. I don't think he's heartless enough to hand her to a terrorist group."
He sighed. "Your smart baby, your pointing out all the key things. Just keep thinking about it."
Whatever it is, it's something major. He wants me to figure out myself through, so I won't make him tell me. His intuition shows greatly, if he figured out whatever it is that means he's a genius to put pieces together and have great assumptions.
We pulled into the garage of a hotel. I'm guessing we're going to his hotel room. I was filled with joy, somewhat joy. I was still angry and sad, but a little happiness filled me too. I didn't think it was possible to contain all these emotions at once.
"Where's Jamila and Jaylie?" I asked, I had second thoughts of asking but I chose to ask anyway. I was hoping he didn't disband them too.
"Rome." He answered calmer than I expected. He didn't disband them either, this man amazes me.
"I'm sorry."
"Your not sorry, I don't want you to be sorry anyway." He said as he parked the car. "I shouldn't had gotten upset anyway. I just had to hurry up and leave the room before you saw how hard my dick was, that whole scene was sexy as hell."
I laughed softly. "It wasn't you, so it wasn't right."
"I said your alright."
"I said it wasn't right." I spoke louder than him, as if I wanted to argue. I leaned over to kiss him.
"Was it better than me?"
I laughed softly, but didn't think about the real answer to that question at all. "I think I love your dick more."
I kissed him softly, but he kissed me back harder. That meant something, that meant he missed me. I lifted his shirt off and tossed it in the backseat, I pushed his driver seat back and sat on his lap. I felt the bulge of his hard dick inside his pants. I smiled as I kissed down his body.
"I felt so alone without you." I said as I sucked on his body.
"I missed you too baby."
"But as much as I missed you."
I unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them as well. I smiled at him as I pulled it out of his pants and inserted into my mouthed. I wanted to pleasure him enough to make him moan my name. There's nothing I miss more right now than Darion moaning my name. I sucked it slowly, putting it down my throat and making it wet as hell. I stroked it faster and leaned up to kiss him.
He pulled my pants down hard as hell, his strength turned me on. The veins in his arms and the abs on his body didn't exactly help from keeping my pussy soaked either. He ripped off my panties and sat me right above his dick. My pussy was wet and he didn't even touch my body yet. But when we did, I just got even more soaked. He sat me down on his dick, he pushed it deep inside me and began grinding hard but slow.
I nearly yelled, it felt like ages since he was inside me. It felt like decades since I got to kiss his neck while he fucked me however he wanted to. It felt like it was centuries since I got to ride him like a pornstar. But this opportunity, I wasn't missing out on. I bounced up and down on his dick as if I was being paid for it, as if I loved him enough to give him my everything. I did, I loved this man enough to give him my life and my afterlife as well. He deserved it, he earned it, he's worth everything I'm willing to offer him.
"I love you baby." I whispered into his ear as I continued taking him deep inside.
"I love you." He moaned out softly.