17. Empathy

★JANIE★

I waited for him to react to my brazen approach. What the fuck is wrong with me though? Haven't I learned my lesson to stop daring him into doing the unthinkable? He is a fucking mafia king with a big dictionary. Yet the word remorse and sympathy were missing.

Continuously pestering him would only draw my death closer. And it won't be worth it if I died for something this stupid. Would it?

Still expecting him to react, Luciano surprisingly did not. Instead, he tossed me a warning scowl and then ordered;

“Start the jet! We don't have any more time to waste!” he instructed the pilot and went to take a seat then buried his head in his palm.

The door to the jet closed at once, and the sound of its engine igniting filled the atmosphere. Almost at once, I could feel the weight of being lifted off the ground.

I gawked at Luciano in disbelief, wondering what was wrong with him.

This wasn't the Luciano I became familiar with in a couple of days. He ought to warn my ass off, yell