Seeing Red: Book 1 Of The Moretti Series ✔

Ch 17- Micah

The plane was delayed for technical difficulties. We were supposed to be in the air by 6:00 pm, but that didn't happen. With no answers about when it would be up and running, I had to push my flight to the next morning. 

"That's what I get for having a private plane," muttering it to myself as I found her number in my phone.

It went straight to voicemail, but knowing Remi, it was probably because she worked another double and had forgotten to fully charge it before heading to work.

"Hey baby girl, I'm delayed. I wish I could see you tonight, but it can't be helped. As soon as the plane is ready, you can bet your ass I'll be on it and on my way home to you. I miss you like crazy," taking a deep breath before I wrapped up my message. She consumed my thoughts. "Who knows? Maybe I'll get out of here before the sun's up. Use the key you gave me and wake you up properly. In any case, I'll see you soon baby girl."

With no answer from Remi, I called Torez.

"Boss? Everything alright?"

"Yeah. Hey, are you still on Remi?"

"Yes, sir. She just got out of work. She walked, so I'm going to watch her from the parking lot before I head out. I don't want to freak her out by following her with the car."

"Just keep an eye on her and don't fall back too much."

"I will. Hendrix is my replacement tonight. He will watch her place overnight."

"Perfect. Thank you."

"Anything else you need, boss?"

"No, but my plane is delayed. I probably won't get in until the morning. If anything changes, I'll text you."

"Yes sir. Safe travels."

The call disconnected and I scrubbed my hands over my face. The time in Florida was productive. All hits were cleared. There were no more assassination orders against me or my family. The resolution of all of it came with added stress and some financial strain, but it wasn't anything we couldn't handle.

Nero and Luca had stepped back in and were running the club pretty efficiently, even though they had very different ways of operating. 

Smiling to myself as I replayed one of their arguments about the cocktail waitress' attire. How some girls didn't want to parade in strings and how it would be nice to have a little variety of sexy. Nero, of course arguing to let them all be naked, whereas Luca wanted to invest in corsets and skirts.

Typical... 

"Mr. Moretti," looking up from my seat, the pilot approached me. "We wanted to let you know that the necessary repairs have been completed. We would like to have you board so that we can get you home as soon as possible."  Captain Phillips was cool under pressure and had worked for the family for as long as I could remember.

Glancing at my watch, it was only 8:30 pm. "Good timing," I commented.

Kindly, Phillips collected my single bag and led me out to the tarmac. Settling into my seat, I turned off my phone and relaxed. 

A tap on my shoulder brought my attention to Phillips, "Excuse me, sir. Davis forgot to check all our levels. We are topping off and will take off within the next 45 minutes."

I nodded without a word and lay my head against the seat. 

The plane sat for another hour before taking off, but by then my eyes felt heavy and I was ready to fly home and nap. Two and a half hours later, we were in DC, again.