Chapter 9 The Airport

• Sofia's POV
• "Smoke cigarette, cancer in the chest like cardiac arrest..." I mumbled to Juice WRLD's 'Cigarettes' as I moved out of my apartment, dragging my suitcase behind carefully behind me.
• I turned to lock my door when I noticed my fat landlord moving towards my direction and the movement of his jaws tells me he was speaking to me.
• "Excuse me..." I said to him and slowly removed the headset that restricted my hearing ability to narrowly him say, "You're leaving?"
• "Temporarily"
• He nods calmly and I could see his eyes scrutinizing the suitcase beside me.
• 'What do you want? Old man' I couldn't help but curse inside of me when he said, "I can lower your bills for the next few months. You've been here for years and have never defaulted in payment until now"
• Oh... That was when I recalled I haven't paid for rent for the past month because I was running out of the money my uncle had left for me.
• The old man didn't show up until now. Maybe he thinks I'm running away now.
• I made to speak but he was letting out words from within his throat again.
• "You don't have to pay bills anymore, Sofia. You know, the both of us, we can come to an agreement. You understand what I'm talking about?" He smiled at me with a disgusting wink that caused my face to turn ugly.
• This wasn't the first time he was making this move at me and I assumed he was drunk the last time but turns out he wasn't.
• Low witted head trying to use my situation to manipulate me into something I don't want to be.
• I've only met a few men in the past years and have painstakingly suppressed my urge to jump on them even though I badly wanted to.
• I might consider them but not this old man who I've known since I arrived here a decade earlier.
• Disgusting perverted fellow waiting for me to mature the entire time.
• I was running out of time to meet the driver that was supposed to pick me up for the airport and standing here to exchange words with this old man was not what I needed now.
• I shut my eyes and took a deep breath before locking my door and saying to him, "I got your money, I'll pay before the day runs out, Goodbye Mr Farooq"
• I still have the fifty thousand dollars in my account untouched and hoped to earn more from this psychotherapy work.
• I turned to leave but Mr Farooq held my hand unexpectedly and said with a pleading tone, "Don't leave, Sofia, you know I've been thinking what your reaction would be and-- My love for you is sincere and--"
• The other side of me lost patience instantly and I connected my tightened fist to his narrow nose.
• I felt that sharp tweak as he stumbled backwards and fell heavily to the ground with a loud groan.
• " Fvck off, Old man "
• I gulped in air, slightly bothered that I just broke the nose of an old man and muttered coldly to him, "And bandage that nose of yours with my payment"
• I dragged my suitcase towards the exit and I could swear I heard him say, "I will, Miss Sofia"
• I didn't care as I moved out of the building and breath in the fresh air that the atmosphere had to offer for the day.
• "It's good to see you again, Sofia" I raised my eyes to see the young man in a brown tuxedo approaching me with a big smile.
• He was the same driver assigned to pick me up the other time or rather kidnap.
• I felt like discharging my rage at him but it's in the past now and I was also five minutes late.
• "Are you guys gonna drug me this time?" I asked him as he took the suitcase from me and we strolled towards the rolls-royce phantom parked at the side of the road.
• He forced a smile and bowed gently, "Apologies for the last time, Miss Sofia. Boss Dale says you're one us now, so... No drug, no bag over your head"
• Hmm, Mr Pompous has all these polite and calm men around him yet he is so different in his way.
• Wait a minute... Did he say bag over my head? They didn't put a bag over the head of an unconscious woman, did they?
• The thought of it alone was traumatizing.
• I shrugged it off since he promised it won't be happening again and off we headed for the godamn airport.
• I rolled over the rolls Royce's fine leather seat countless times and occasionally looked outside the window to see the architectural buildings around.
• I've never been this free in ten years. I've never gone this far into the city where I lived.
• The supermarket I get supplies from was only a stone's throw from my apartment, and with my hood over my head, I focused only on getting what I want.
• For the past few days, I moved freely to apply for jobs as I'm confident no one was thinking about the mafia princess.
• I was completely changed now and no one would know what I look like even if they had descriptions from years ago.
• Moreover, this was America.
• The driver who I just got to find out was named 'Gary' occasionally looked back to stare at me and I could tell what was in his mind.
• I acted like a ten-year-old who was visiting a new city for the first time with her parents.
• Well, I was also nervous.
• Nervous to meet Mr Pompous who for a reason best known to him decides to recruit me as his private psychotherapist.
• I silently hoped he wasn't intending the same thing as my creepy landlord but at the same time, I conflicted my thoughts.
• Yeah. I wasn't sure I would be able to resist him if he makes such demands on me.
• He was a fine-looking man with every feature that every woman desires.
• Only heaven knows what would have happened if Dale wasn't around when he asked if I liked the porn I watched on his phone.
• The thought of it only caused my system to become heated in the well-conditioned vehicle.
• What's that tingling sensation between my legs?
• "We're here" My thought was interrupted by Garry's voice and I jerked to consciousness to realize he was holding out the door for me and we were in a completely different environment.
• When did we move out of the city?
• I guess I was lost in my thoughts.
• I stepped out of the vehicle and my brain instantly registered it in my head that we were at the airport but this place doesn't look like one.
• The entire hectares of land was covered with concrete and I could see a turning aircraft not far from where we stood with men in black suits patrolling.
• Probably a private airport or something like that.
• Don't blame me for having entangled knowledge about things.
• I've been away from the outside world for a long, clinging only to my childhood memories and facts I've gathered from the internet.
• "This way" Gary moved past me, pulling my suitcase along and I followed quickly, my eyes still darting around to satisfy my curiosity.
• An airport isn't supposed to look this way. To the best of my knowledge.
• We approached the large cabin private jet ahead when I saw Dale moving down the outstretched stairs to meet with a smile on his face.
• "I was getting worried you changed your mind"
• I cleared my throat and nodded gently, "I guess I'm a bit late, but I'm here now"
• Gary excused us to do the catching up as he moved up the red stairs with my luggage and I was left alone with Mr Pompous's brother and the men in black still standing at ease around us.
• "As long as you're here, Miss. We--" He was interrupted by the sudden movement of the men in black and we turned around to see them jogging towards the Tesla Model X that just arrived at the location at maximum speed which was brought to rest.
• They surround the vehicle immediately and bowed gently leaving me to wonder about the dignity who was inside.
• Must be someone important and worthy of strict protection.
• "Kindly wait inside, Miss Sofia. I'll join you soon" Dale informed me and walked away, leaving me alone to stare at his back and the vehicle which was yet to be opened.
• Who could that be?
• Mr Pompous? They call him the boss and I just found out about his true identity so it makes a lot of sense that he is the dignity who arrived in the Tesla.
• I found my way up the outstretched stairs and stepping into the cabin of the jet, I paused to appreciate the interior design in my head.
• "Cool"
• I've only been on my father's private jet once before and the memory of it is fading away already.
• I moved down the aisle, brushing my fingers against the soft leather of the seat until I came face to face with a slightly opened door that lead to another section of the plane.
• Curiosity killed the cat.
• I should have taken my seat in one of the many leather seats down the aisle but I couldn't resist the urge to check out what lies behind this mystery door in the jet.
• I slide my body inside and beheld the executive lounge that was completely different from the main cabin of the jet.
• There was a mini bar at the entrance with various brands of alcohol arranged on the table and at the other end of the room was a medium-sized mattress covered with sky-blue sheets.
• Was this someone's onboard bedroom? Bigger than my entire apartment.
• A glass table was set at the centre of the room with two soft leather sofas on opposite sides.
• I couldn't help but take a few steps forward and poke the sofa with my fingers.
• "Comfy.."
• The sight of the luxurious bedroom was wonderful to look upon and I could not help but exhale, wishing I had a good life as this.
• Maybe things would have been different and better if Papá wasn't murdered.
• A good reason I was back to start a new life in the outside world I've been hiding from.
• Alright. It's time to leave before I'm caught by Mr Dale who asked me to come in.
• Just when I decide to turn and leave, a cold but audible voice sounded behind me, from the open door.
• "What are you standing doing there?"
• It was not Dale. Maybe better if Dale had caught me here and not the one who has been appearing in my dreams for a while now.
• The one voice that causes my hair to stand erect and my heart to pound uncontrollably.
• The raging green-eyed creature whose face is now registered in my head with no option to delete.
• Mr Pompous.
• I tried to control my breathing, realizing I had intruded the onboard bedroom of the man I was supposed to offer my fake psychotherapy service.
• I'm in for trouble, no doubt.
• Soon I understood I was in for greater trouble when his next words echoed loudly in the bedroom,
• "Don't waste my fvcking time, Woman. Strip and go down on your knees"