Deception

Chapter 29 - Closer

~Silas POV~

"It's been two days and there's still no lead on your sister. Are you sure you want us to lay low?"

Sitting back, I'm filled with surety that my decision is the right one. "I know my sister. The second she lives life without shopping sprees, she'll come running back. What I really want is the person who stole that file." I grit out in almost a growl. "And they better be in chains by the time I land in New York, understood?"

"Yes Boss." Damien says quietly. Though he's a fool in love with my sister I trust him not to go against my orders and deepen the search for her. "I'll get more men on it."

I shut the phone and tuck it into my pocket, sliding lower in my seat. The plane took off an hour ago and the entire time I've been making phone calls. I swear the second I leave New York everything there fucking falls apart. I have to hold the pieces together from where I am now - over Spain.

Looking out the window, I mentally prepare myself for what I have to do when I land. Find Bianca. Close that deal off with Chicago.

Get rid of the cartel that handed Catalina over to me.

Another headache. Now that I've married her, her father won't leave me alone. He thinks we're still allies, wait until I see his face when I tell him I don't give a crap about him.

A finger sprawls over my mouth when a laugh travels along the cabin. I tell myself I'm not looking there but still end up glancing back at two seats. And my searching stops.

She's a goddamn headache, but the the sight of her hiding her mouth beneath cards, taunting Renzo makes me still momentarily. "That's not fair, you cheated." He grumbles before chewing on his lower lip.

"No I didn't." She lifts a shoulder and grins. "You're just a terrible player."

I can't help but stare as she stands. Her black curls have never been bouncier as they fall to the small of her back. Today Miss gold digger styled half of it up. Blue diamond earrings. A silver chain around her neck, and then her outfit.

She thinks throwing on a jacket over shorts will help her with the cold, but I shouldn't be complaining. At least she wore one.

When she goes into the bathroom, I let out a tight breathe and keep my eyes to myself, but my mind is nowhere near controlled as my body.

I haven't been the same since last night, hell I haven't been the same since I first saw her and I fucking hate it.

My attention clings to her like a goddamn magnet whenever she's near. I don't know if I want to pin her against the wall and do the unthinkable, or do something sweet like give her flowers.

Fuck. I have to remind myself I'm not her real husband, try to get lost in other women before this affects my focus for work.

Ever since I became don I never let anything distract me from my duties. Not my mothers death, not Bianca running away every six months, not even a bullet.

The air hostess smiles softly while lowering her tray of drinks. I don't think before taking one, and then look at her.

"Is there anything else I can help you with, Mr Cavallaro?" She slowly asks, knowing damn well I'd slept with her in the past.