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After I say that, he knows not to question anymore so he starts driving to the airport while I look outside and watch the buildings pass by.

It isn't really snowing today or raining. You can see the dark gray clouds in the sky though. Although we are at war with Russia, the country itself is beautiful. I have only been to Moscow a few times and then I also went to Saint Petersburg once for a mission, but I also got to see the Romanov’s castle because I watched the movie Anastasia and it's my favorite movie. The castle is beautiful and I am glad I got to see it in person.

"Ms., we are here," the driver says and I look up and see we are in front of the plane at the airport.

"Thank you. Do you mind getting my bags and putting them on the plane?" I ask as I unbuckle my seatbelt.

"Not at all, Ms.," he says before getting out of the car and going to the trunk to get my bag.

I get out of the car and put my phone in my pocket after texting my mom and dad telling them I am getting on the plane.

I close the car door and walk towards the stairs that lead up to the entrance of the plane but before I can place my foot in front of the other, I feel something shoot into my neck making me wince and turn around to see what the fuck is going on but when I do, I see a brown fabric being put over my head and then I let the darkness take over, making me fall limp and feel nothing.

Twenty

The sounds of knocking on the door wake me up and I groan in response but don't open my eyes.

"Sir, we must go, the plane is going to be departing soon." I hear Michael say from the other side of the door.

Fuck.

Already?

"What time is it?" I yell but still keep my eyes closed.

I shouldn't yell because Thalia is probably sleeping next to me.

"It's the afternoon sir. I will be waiting downstairs with the car."

I groan one more time before opening my eyes and turning to the side only to see no Thalia. Instead, I see the place where she slept is empty.

The fuck?

I look around the room and see that it is a mess, but I couldn’t care less.

I get out of the bed and grab my briefs from the floor and slip them on. I walk through the hotel room and see that Thalia isn't here and neither are her bags.

She fucking left.

Fucking Thalia.

I go back to bed and grab my phone. I look through my contacts before finding her contact. I press it and put the phone to my ear. After the phone rings over and over, I hear her voicemail making me end the call and call her back.

I did that five more times and she still didn't answer.

The fuck.

I call one more time and wait for Thalia's voicemail.

"Hey, this is Thalia's voicemail. Sorry I couldn't get back to you but if you leave a voice message then I will be sure to get back to you but if I don't just text me. Bye!"

"Thalia, answer the fucking phone right now. If you don't then next time I fuck you I will make sure to edge you and not let you cum so answer me." I threaten after her voicemail greeting ends.

I also open the messages app and text her.

'Answer the fucking phone, Thalia'

'I’m not going to ask again if you don't answer I swear to Satan himself I will make sure the next time I call you, you will come to me on your knees waiting for me'