I wake up to the warm kisses of a familiar pair of lips. I smile by instinct, kissing back.

"Good morning," I hum against his lips.

"Buenos dias, Princesa,"

(Good morning, princess)

I shift my back against the headboard.

"How are you feeling?"

To anybody else, it would seem like an innocent question. Yet, I still heard the underlying brashness of his words. I shoot him a sharp look, ignoring it. I swing my legs from under the covers and attempt to walk to the bathroom.

A hot shower always helps with any type of soreness

Cole's chuckle is cut off by his phone ringing. The quick shift of his mood tells me just to go ahead and shower. Whatever it is, he needs to answer the phone first.

I make it a point to keep the door unlocked.

You know

Just in case

While securing the towel around my body I open up the door connected to the bedroom. It's empty, Cole no longer laying on his side of the bed.

"Cole?" I walk further into the room.

His closet door was wide open. I check there, still no Cole. However, a large leather bag rests in the middle of the floor. The bag was packed messily with his clothes.

Why is he packing?

I decided to check the kitchen, knowing his stomach all too well. The smell of bacon and biscuits fill my nose. Also, the fogginess of the hallway tells me he's cooking or at least trying to.

"Cole?" I cough a little from the smoke trying to invade my lungs.

I turn to the corner and I'm met by quite the scene. Cole stands in the middle of the kitchen: Shirtless. Burnt bacon still sizzling in the pan and runny eggs on a plate in front of him. Last but definitely not least; Cole's shy smile beaming down on me.

"What is this?" Smiling back at him, I remove the spatula from his hand and try to save the bacon that was in the pan.

"I tried to cook you breakfast, but it obviously didn't turn out well," He chuckles, looking around.

I giggle into my arm, "No, cariño, this is perfect."

(Darling)

I turn off the stove, deciding that enough cooking has been done today. Cole's eyes make me very aware of the damp towel covering me. I tighten it slightly, making sure it doesn't slip.

"You don't need that towel," Cole smirks, "I don't mind if you take it off."

I stick my tongue out at him.

"Yeah, I'm sure you wouldn't," I retort, trying to figure out how to eat the eggs in front of me.

"Come on, first bite." I smile positioning the fork in front of my mouth, Cole following my actions.

The eggs taste damp. That doesn't even make any sense, but there's no other way to explain it. It's like hot, damp, toe water. I will never understand how he can think something that is still liquid, is done.

The bacon just taste like the pan. Only if the pan has been sitting in charcoal all day.

I guess they don't have a cooking class at Gangleader school. Cole's face contorts in disgust, spitting out his own eggs and bacon in the trash.

"Ugh, oh my God," He throws the whole plate in the trash, "That's horrid,"

"Hey!" I smile, "I was going to eat that,"

"I know it was bad," He shakes his head, I reach over to kiss his cheek.

"Yes, but I love you for trying."

I reaffirm, walking back into the bedroom still completely aware that I am naked under this towel.

"So what are you packing for?"

Cole sighs heavily in response, causing me to turn around abruptly.

"It's that bad, huh?"

"The person who called me was one of my allies. He's apparently having some problems in France. It's not bad per se but we need to leave today,"

"We? I'm going too?" Cole guides me towards my closet, reaching up to grab a suitcase from the top shelf.

"Of course," He places a kiss on my forehead.

"Can you even get a flight the same day you need to leave?" I lean against my closet wall, watching Cole as he packs my bag for me.

I have no complaints though, I didn't want to pack anyway. Plus, I love looking at the large skull tattoo that parades his back.

"The jet will be ready in an hour. I've told Angel and Elijah already so they'll be over soon." He finishes zipping the suitcase.

Of course, he has his private jet

"Since you're on a roll, why don't you pick what I should wear right now." I joke.

Cole looks at my attire, which is just a towel, before opening his mouth.

"That's fine."

***

"Shut the hell up!" I yell at Elijah.

He's so aggravating

"Don't tell me what the hell to do," He retorts stupidly.

"Children," Angel grins, "Let's act our age,"

"Thank you," Cole mumbles from next to me.

We're in the car on the way to the Jet. I honestly can't even remember what I was arguing with Elijah about, but his voice is annoying. Cole was steadily typing away at his computer and Angel was having a conversation with me about shooting techniques.

Well- that was before Elijah rudely interrupted.

"Once we get there, stay by me at all times," Cole informs me, shutting his computer.

That won't be a problem

"I thought these people were your allies?" I yawn, slightly leaning closer into Cole's chest.

"Trust no one, Princesa," He recalls his words, "That still applies,"

(Princess)

"Personally, these people are the absolute worst," Angel adds.

I tilt my head, "Why? What did they do?"

"They're just snobs. The European mafia is well established so they feel like they're invincible. With that comes the mentality of 'I can do whatever I want and you have to allow me', kind of thing," Elijah explains.

"So, why are you allies with them then?" I ask, "If you don't like them then you won't work well with them, right?"

"I wish it was as easy as who I like and who I don't like," Cole runs his fingers through my hair. "They're very powerful people. That means that they're a very valuable connection and relation to have."

The car stops.

"I guess that makes sense." I take the hand of a guard helping me out of the car, shooting him a smile of appreciation.

"It's okay, I'm still confused by it," Angel smiles, before walking up the stairs of the jet.

I understand, I just feel like there's another way to do things

I follow her, the inside walls are a bright beige. The deep brown leather seat complementing it well. Angel finds her seat in the middle, Elijah sitting right next to her. An arm on the back of the couch.

I won't say anything, though

I decide to sit in the loveseat closest to the cockpit. It's close to a box of snacks.

Cole takes a seat next to me, leaning into the back of the chair. He looked relaxed yet tense at the same time. I didn't even know someone could do that. I wanted to help him, take whatever that was worrying him away. Although, I know he would never let me, the best I can do is just sit here next to him quietly and allow him to think it all out.

I guess he noticed me sleepy state as he pulls my head to his chest and places my legs across his lap.

"Sleep, Princesa, I'm not going anywhere."