Blame it on the shame Part 3

Chapter 8 (Ricardo)

I pound my fist on the small table in front of me. “You think you can fly this plane any faster, motherfucker?”

The blonde flight attendant rushes over to me. “We'll be landing in approximately 20 minutes, Mr. DeLuca.”

“Well tell him to hurry up,” I growl. “Or the next time he flies...it will be on his way to the pearly gates.”

The men I brought with me for back up sit up straight in their seats and the stewardess squeaks as she runs off.

Momma turns around to face me, her expression making it more than clear she isn't happy with me at the moment. “Good lord.”

“Momma,” I bite out. “I told you, I'm not in the mood for this shit. I have to get to her.”

“I know you do, sugar.” She looks at me suspiciously. “But just out of curiosity, what do you plan to do with her once you get to her?”

She purses her lips. “Granted, I'm sure she'll go with you once you inform her that her fath—”

“No,” I snarl and she jumps. “No one is allowed to tell her about him.”

“What?” Momma balks. “Why—”

“Because.” I rub my chin and let out a frustrated sigh. “Look, I'm not disclosing her personal business, but she thinks DeLuca killed him and I refuse to drag her through hell all over again. As far as she's concerned, he's dead.”

Because he will be.

“Then how do you plan to make her cooperate?”

“I don't.”

Her mouth drops open and she gapes at me. “Lord have mercy.” She inhales deeply and wrings her hands in her lap. “If I didn't know just how much you love her, I'd think you were a full-fledged psychopath right now.”

And if she knew Lou-Lou even half as well as I do...she would understand why I have to no choice but to go about it this way.

“It's only until I can figure out my next move and I come up with a plan. Then I'll let her go.”

Again.

I reach for my glass of whiskey because the closer I get to her, the more I fucking need it. “Besides, she hates me anyway, this will just give her one more reason.”

“She doesn't hate you, Ricardo. She lo—”

I down my drink and pound my fist on the table again. Every mile that closes between us only makes my entire body pine for her that much more. “Enough, Momma,” I say with enough bite in my tone to render her silent.

I look around the plane at my crew, making sure to look each and every one of them in the eyes. “None of you make a move until I tell you to. Once I give you the go-ahead...then we take her.”