Kalina never knew much about her family, only that she had brothers, a mother and a father who never wanted her. After the abuse her mother put her through, Kalina was broken beyond repair. With the help from a motorcycle gang she built herself back...
"And where is your home?" I continued, getting uneasy around these technical strangers.
"L.A, our jet is ready to take off as soon as we get there." My father, said giving me small smile.
"What's your name?" I asked him, not comfortable calling him my father.
"Christopher; you can call me that if you wish." He said, a bit of disappointment in his tone.
I just looked at him before continuing to eat my McDonald's. The drive remained in silence, the three of them giving me occasional looks while I just ate. Eventually we arrived at the airport and all four of us piled out of the car.
The private jet was completely black, with white walls I could see through the windows and open aeroplane door. There was a boy stood there wearing a white button up shirt and vest with slacks, greeting Christopher as he was the first to climb up the steps.
"Good morning Miss.Montessori." The boy said.
He had light blonde hair and fair brown eyes, his accent from Amsterdam as he spoke in slightly broken English.
"Goedemorgen." I said, my Dutch a little rusty with my accent but understandable all the same. (Good morning)
"jij spreekt Nederlands?" He asked, a small blush forming on his cheeks. (You speak Dutch?)
I just nodded my head, and made my way past a gobsmacked Christopher and took a seat in the corner of the plane.
Antonio started chuckling once he saw what seat I was in while Mateo just grumbled under his breath. I'm taking this to assume the chair is Mateo's and I've stole it.
Not the only thing I've stole.
I ate the remainder of my meal, and put the rubbish in a bin before leaning back in my seat. I started tapping my feet, boredom taking over me.
It seems Antonio saw this, as he asked "Do you have any games on your phone?"
"I don't have a phone." I chuckled, man spreading on the fine leather seat.
"What? Your mother never gave you one?" Christopher said, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Please." I laughed. "With her addiction to drugs and me being juvie there was no room for a phone."
The three of them exchanged an odd look, before Mateo took out his phone and handed it to me. "Download whatever you want, it's a long flight." I gave him an appreciative smile, and started downloading games to play.
After a few hours, Antonio and Mateo went inside the 'bedrooms' while the sun began to lower beneath the fluffy white clouds. Later, when Antonio returned, Christopher took his bedroom and went to sleep as I assume.
Antonio sat beside me reading, while I just stared out the window to the clouds below. Some time had passed until he closed the book he was reading with a title I couldn't understand, and faced me with a curious look.
"Have you ever flown before?" Antonio asked as he leaned back in the cushioned leather sofa.
"No, only ever travelled by motorcycle, car and boat." I answered, picking up the glass of orange juice the blushing Dutch boy brought me earlier.
"And where have you travelled to?" Antonio continued, smiling a little as I began listing off the places.
"The Netherlands, Italy, Spain, France, Poland, Belgium, Germany, Austria, China, Monaco, especially Ireland and Scotland."
"So you've had your fair share of travels." Antonio chuckled, folding his large arms across his broad chest. "How did you get there if Angelica was hooked on drugs?"
"I have certain friends, who have certain friends who loved me to bits and convinced them to bring me with them." I smiled, remembering the wonderful times I had with my real family.
"Do you still see them?" My eyes snapped to the door, where Mateo's voice came from.
He had changed suits, and his hair was slightly messier. There was a dangerous look on his face, but he looked even more curious.
"Most of them got arrested with me, since they weren't blood related, and known criminals, they weren't allowed to visit." I sighed, wishing I could see their faces again.
Mateo nodded his head silently, while Antonio was clearly biting his tongue. Instead I leant back and relaxed for the remainder of the flight.
Christopher returned after some time, and didn't ask about the tense silence between the three of us. He did however give the brothers a look to say we'll discuss it later.
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