He was starting to get used to the girl's presence. He couldn't let that happen.

He couldn't let himself get a weak spot for her.

"Chanel getting comfortable with that guy sitting beside her," Luke said from beside him.

Luke seemed jealous, since he had grown a soft spot for her.

Giovanni stared at the two, she was leaning on his shoulder, her head rested in the crook of his neck.

Giovanni grinned his teeth together, he felt rage he couldn't explain.

Luke turned back to Giovanni. "Do you think our plan will work?" He asked Giovanni.

"I don't know," he answered, honestly. "All I know is he's going to pay for everything he's done."

"I think he deserves everything coming his way," Luke added. "He's one son of a bitch."

Giovanni couldn't help but notice them cuddling together. His gaze always went to the two of them. Does she really like him?

Giovanni felt an alarming feeling of having to protect her. He felt the need to keep her safe, but he knew she was the farthest from safe around him.

He was the most dangerous threat to her. Everything he had done was enough to send her the other way. She would have, if he wasn't so selfish and wanted to keep her with him.

He acted hard to get her to stay away, but she always was around. She would turn up all the time.

She would be everywhere he was.

He would always talk about her and how annoying she was. How she was so good. She wouldn't even shoot a gun. That's what annoyed him the most the fact that she was so good.

The thing was she never used to be good. She used to be bad, she used to be a rule breaker.

She changed.

He knew something happened to her, but he didn't seem to care enough for her to tell him. He wasn't ready for her burden. He already had enough of his to take care of.

There was still a long flight ahead of them.

The flight attendant came down the aisle. She was a thin blonde. Giovanni's normal type.

She made eye contact with him and he stared back at her. He had a handsome grin on his face, which would attract the woman to him.

She blushed and smiled.

Next thing you know they're sucking each others faces off in the small plane rest room. He had done it everywhere possible. This crossed one off of his list.

They tried to keep quiet since there were passengers on the flight, but that didn't stop her from screaming out.

Her uniform was on the floor and her lipstick was smudged. She had her hands in his dark hair and was tugging on it roughly.

A low grunt escaped from the back of his throat as he slammed against her.

"Don't stop," she cried. "Oh, my God!" Her moans started to fade out once she had finished. Giovanni on the other hand wasn't even close.

They were seated on the toilet seat with her on top of him. She backed away from him and put on her tight uniform. She rubbed her lipstick off her mouth and reapplied it. She put her tangled hair up into a ponytail.

She smiled down at him and left the bathroom.

He groaned. What was wrong with him?

He finished himself off and exited the bathroom after. He couldn't get the annoying girl off of his mind. She always found her way back into his thoughts and it irritated him.

He went back to his seat and leaned back in the chair. Luke was asleep and so was mostly everyone on the plane.

Giovanni was the only one awake. He couldn't seem to fall asleep. His eyes would close but he wouldn't fall into a sleep paralysis.

He always had trouble sleeping, he would only be able to fall asleep when he took sleeping pills.

He didn't have any with him, right now, meaning he wouldn't be able to fall asleep. He would be exhausted as always, usually resolving in migraines.

He looked out the window and saw the night sky. There were fluffy clouds and stars dazzling in the sky. It was a clear night. He never realized noticed his surrounding around him. Lots of things haven't amazed him.

Chanel amazed him.

How she could act that way towards him? It got on his nerves, she got under his skin.

He got under hers as well. They were so much more alike than they brought on.

His felt a pang in his head and it started to ache. He was getting a migraine.

He groaned quietly and grabbed a hold of his head.

This was going to be a long night.