Page 16 of Wicked Throne

Chapter 9

Thierry

I had signed my name to the dotted fucking line and just like that, I had assumed control of the Knowles Imports. From the coastlines of Georgia, Florida all the way to Texas, I could now import as much cocaine as I wanted. Ivy's father had been in the game for years, had acquired a great deal of wealth and he had turned it all over to me just to marry his daughter.

"She's here boss," one of my men said and I closed the laptop.

I stood and peered out the airplane window. Diamond had a blindfold over her eyes. She was dressed in a cream-colored top, black dress pants, and heels and had obviously been working. The outfit did nothing to disguise every curve on her body. It didn't matter if she wore a fucking cloth sack, her curves would come out to play every time.

She was kicking and screaming all the way up the steps of the airplane. Her hands had been bound and one of my men who was handling her barked at her to shut the fuck up as he roughly shoved her into a seat.

I arched an eyebrow.

He had been disrespectful to my wife and he would pay for it later.

My wife, I thought and chuckled.

"Whoever the fuck you are...you're kidnapping the wrong fucking one!" Diamond cried out.

I watched her struggle with her bound hands but she didn't dare go for the blindfold.

"My father will find me," she assured on a whisper. "You'll wish you were dead when he's finished."

My men chuckled and left the area to go to the front of the private jet. When she realized that no one was going to say anything she slightly relaxed, her pink tongue darting out to lick her red glossed lips.

Diamond and I had only been married for a mere forty-eight hours. It occurred to me that I hadn't planned our honeymoon. I'd been too busy setting up a meeting with the heads of some of the other crime families. It befell to me that I could mix business and pleasure and take my bride to be to Italy. It also occurred to me that she wouldn't want to come and thus my plan of kidnapping her went into play. I figured that she was going to go around the corner from the jewelry store for a juice and the men would pull up and in a flash, she would be gone.

I'd called the jewelry store and told the manager on duty the newest Mrs. Thierry Scarpetta would be gone for the rest of the day and probably the rest of the month and then simply hung up.

"I can hear you breathing you son of a bitch," Diamond muttered. "Just know if you plan on raping me...."

She was cut off by the sound of the jet starting up and the pilot coming on over the intercom system giving flight information. I watched as she tossed her head around looking and trying to find where the sound was coming from. It was as if she realized that nothing was holding her back from taking the blindfold off and she went for it.

She continued to look around until her vision focused and she found my face.

"You smug son of a bitch!" she exclaimed.

I stood and came over to her. "Sit back and shut the hell up."

Her eyes went wide. "You're fucking kidnapping me in broad daylight. I'm going to fuck you up."

Stooping to her level, we came face to face. I watched her eyes follow my lips "I'm sure you will...at some point Tesoro. But you want to survive the flight, so I'm going to buckle you in. Think of it this way...you can plot my death at the altitude of forty thousand feet."

"Fuck you," she sneered again and rolled her eyes.

"I plan to do that soon too, Tesoro. But again....safety first."

"Fine," she leaned back in the seat. "I want these fucking zip ties off me...my hands are hurting."

I nodded and then pulled the seat belts of the plane across her lap. With a gentle easy I clicked the shiny parts together. I knew one thing for sure this was going to be an extremely long flight. The lone flight attendant came by with champagne and a knife.

We made eye contact but I didn't say anything while she served. Taking the knife, I sliced through Diamond's restraints and then settled back into my seat, feeling the rumble of the jet come through the brown leather seats. I gave a slight nod of my champagne flute in Diamond's direction but she ignored me.

Diamond chugged hers as though she'd lived in a frat house.

"What's to stop me from smashing this glass and using the shards to slice you to death?"

I quirked an eyebrow. "Well, my men are still on board so that'd be dumb."