Children of Ambition (Children of Vice 2)

“Finally, you sound like a son-in-law I can tolerate. I would applaud you but again, we did all the hard work.” He said in a serious tone before dangerously adding, “Don’t worry, you won’t see us again.”

“But you’ll be watching, correct—”

“Liam,” Melody spoke up again, rising up from the pilot’s chair and ignoring me completely as she handed him her phone. His eyebrows bunched in confusion for a brief second before looking down at the screen… The moment he did, his whole body went stiff. He grabbed on to the phone tightly, his nose flaring.

Melody, coldly glanced over at me, her brown eyes like daggers, “Play time is over. Go back to her and don’t make a habit of leaving her alone.”

“What’s going on?” I knew that look on their faces. I’d seen it once before, and they only had it when they thought one of their children was in danger.

“Gabriel, you’ll never be good enough for my daughter. I know that, he knows that, and most importantly, Dona knows that,” she said in a voice even icier than before, her stare even harsher. “Nevertheless, I chose you. I chose you because you are the only person who can make Dona do what she needs to do; focus on herself and what she wants and needs, even when she does not realize it. Do you understand?”

The words coming out of her mouth? No. I did not understand. But the reason for her to speak so seriously, that I understood… Something, somewhere had gone terribly wrong.

I had nothing to say, even though I had so much to say… Luckily or unluckily, there was knock on the door and they both turned, grabbing their hats and sitting back in the pilot seats.

“Goodbye, Gabriel. Let’s not meet again,” she added… And Liam never said a word, he just sat like sculpted stone.

“Sir,” Sebastian said, looking over my shoulder in confusion then back at me. “Your Donatella is—”

“We’re going back!” The very woman herself hollered, rushing up the aisle, towards the cockpit and I quickly shut the door behind me.

“Dona—”

“Turn the plane around!” she screamed; she was near manic, her eyes wide, her hands shaking. In her hand manicured hands, she gripped a cellphone with the same fury her father, who stood just beyond the doors, had shown only mere seconds ago. “Are you fucking deaf? MOVE!”

When she reached around me, I grabbed on her and pulled her in the small bathroom stall. She tried to yank away from me, but I held on tighter. “Let go! Let me go!”

“Calm the fuck down!” I hollered.

“MY FAMILY WAS JUST ATTACKED, DON’T TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN!”

“What?”

She yanked her arm way, trying to open the door but I blocked her once again, “Dona, talk to me. STOP! Just…fuck! DONA!” Holding her still and forcing her to look in my eyes, her nostrils flared. “WHAT happened?”

“Do you need me to paint you a picture?” she snapped at me. “My family was just attacked…”

“I heard that but by who, when—?”

“I don’t know who! And now! Right when we took off! We need to go back, so why are you still standing in my way?”

It was only now, like usual when concerning Melody Callahan, did I understand her words.

“To do what?” I questioned, releasing my grip on her.

She stared at me as if I were insane, “Do I look like I’m in the mood for one of your jokes—”

“Does it seem like I’m joking?” I wasn’t. “You want to go back home…to do what?”

“My family—”

“Was attacked, I heard that. But what can you do?”

“Excuse me?”

“You got on this plane because you don’t have the power to do anything without your brothers. Now you want to do what? Run back to them—”

“I know your family life is so fucked up that you might not give a shit—”