"Bulshit!" I yell.
"Shit, how did you know?" I grinned at my bodyguard.
"You have a shitty poker face, sir." He scowled at me, while my dad chuckled.
"She's right Ryan, your poker face is terrible." My dad said beside him, only making Ryan's scowl deepen.
"Well, it's my turn anyway, Ryan picked up that fat deck of cards." My dad and I were playing Bulshit with Ryan, one of our family close bodyguards, and he was terrible at it, everytime he lied, he sipped his water. Like how can he not do anything else but drink water when he's nervous.
It's been already five hours on our private jet, and we still had seven more hours, I don't think I can handle another game of Bulshit.
Ryan picked up the hefty deck of cards, since he lost, adding more cards to his already big collection of cards in his hands.
I had a nine, and I was next, it was my last card and I had planned to put this card down for my last so I could win.
"I'm sorry gentlemen but it looks like I win," I say putting down my card on the table not showing the nine. "I have nine." It was the next card I was supposed to put down, so there was no other way I could lose.
"Bullshit." My dad groaned, it was my third time winning this game, it was really too easy.
"Sorry, but not sorry," I said flipping my card up showing the nine. Ryan ran his fingers through his curly blond hair.
"How the hell is she so good at this?"
"A good card woman never tells her secrets," I said with a wink before moving out of the booth and sitting in one of the comfy chairs turning on the tv.
The jet we were in was like a small kitchen living room. It had two tables and leather seats all on the sides facing towards a big flat screen.
The flight so far hadn't been bumpy and was making good time.
I snuggled into my hoodie, before grabbing a blanket since my feet were cold.
"What movie do you guys want to watch?" I say wriggling my eyebrows.
Ryan jumped on the leather chair next to me.
"Nothing that has romance, last trip you were obsessed with chick-flicks and you made us watch The Kissing Booth, and To All The Boys I ever Loved. I can't take another stressful romance." He exclaimed in a huff.
Ryan was in his late twenties, probably turning thirty soon, he worked for my father when he was twenty-three, So I've known him since my tenth birthday. He's married and has a wife at home with a baby, and in my opinion, he was a hot dad. I had a crush on him ever since I was thirteen, but I'm over that now, he is married and all, so he is not available, sadly.
He has wavy but curly hair that kind of went wild and because his job was a bodyguard, he has always been fit. His sharp jawline, plump lips, green eyes, and naturally thick eyebrows made any girl swoon over him.
"Fine, you pick." Throwing him the remote that he wasn't ready for, the remote smacking his face.
"Wow, you have great reflexes for a bodyguard," I joke, giving me a dirty look as he turns on the tv going to Netflix.
"Dad, you wanna watch a movie with us?" It was around ten o'clock at night and I was expecting him to plop down next to me with a bourbon on ice in his hands, but instead, I see him on his computer, his black glasses on, as he types away.
"In a little bit," He mumbles, making me somewhat disappointed.
"Can you ask him if we can rent?" Ryan whispers, I nod.
"Dad?"
"Yes?" His voice said, a tone of annoyance lacing through it.
"Ryan wants to know if we can rent?" Ryan looked at me wide-eyed.
"We don't have to rent, I mean we can just, you know watch Netflix." He said clearing his throat, clear that mad at me for saying he wanted to know if we could rent.
I giggle at his flustered expression as my dad took off his glasses rubbing his hands on his face making it obvious he was stressed.
"I don't give a shit, do what you want." His eyes glued back to the screen in front of him.
"You know what? I was actually going to watch something you might like but now we are just going to watch a documentary and sleep, goodnight." Ryan whispered, ignoring my horrified expression.
I hate documentaries with a burning passion.
With a joyful look, he put on Black Fish from Netflix taking my blanket and snuggling into it with a smirk on his face.
I huffed getting up and grabbing another blanket before jumping back on the couch and curling up in the corner, going on my phone watching random videos on Instagram.
My eyes started drooping and instead of fighting it, I set my phone down rating my head back. I fell asleep to the noise of the Black Fish documentary and the sound of Dad typing on his computer.
"Arlyne?" A sing-song voice echoed throughout the house I used to love.
"I walked through the house that used to be a beautiful homie, joyful, but now it was demolished, dirty.
The walls that used to be clean white in the hallway now had stains of dirt blood and grime on them. The pictures of my old family on the walls, but all their faces are gone.
I walked through the hallway towards the voice that used to sing me to sleep.
"Arlyne?" It whispered through the hallways not anymore a joyful singing voice but a chilling whisper.
I walked down the hallway, the wood beneath my bare feet cold, unwelcoming.
I was in the dress of the same alt fit I wore when my mother died except it was torn ragged, stains on it everywhere.
I turned right at the end of the hallway to see the back of a woman a couple of feet away from me.
Her black stiletto shoes clicked on the wooden floor as she walked away from me, whispering my name over and over again.
"Mama?" My mouth moved and my vocal cords spoke without my consent. It was as if I was in the body of myself but I could not control what I did.
She turned around, I braced myself for the worse, to only see her like I used to before the burglary. She had her normal smile as if there was no worry in the world.
Her hair curled from an iron bouncing as she quickly walked to me. In the same summer dress, she wore the day she was killed.
"Arlyne? Are you alright?" She walked across the hallway and now stood in front of me. She grabbed my shoulders, shaking me gently at first before frowning at me wondering why I ws not reacting and shaking me rougher.
"Arlyne." She said shaking me still.
"Arlyne!"
My eyes slid open from my dream, Ryan stood above me, his hands on my shoulders.
"We're here." He said smiling.
"Mmm.," I mumble sitting up from the couch stretching out my body. "What time is it?"
"It's seven o'clock in the morning." I felt sudden happiness at the feeling of being back in Venice, my origin of birth.
"Do we have any coffee?�� I said sleepily, eager to have some caffeine.
"Yeah, here." My Dad said from behind me two mugs of coffee in his hands, giving me one.
"Thanks." Sipping my coffee I got up from the couch walking over to my charging phone. I unplugged it sliding it into my sweat pants, unplugging the charger front eh outlet before putting it in my suitcase that was close to my dad's bags.
"The helicopter is coming in ten minutes, we can get something when we arrive in Venice, on the way to the house." We were near Venice but we had to take a helicopter to land somewhere in actual Venice city.
"Okay," I said still sipping loudly with my coffee, knowing it was annoying Ryan.
The cool morning air breeze blew on my face as I stepped down the steps of the jet and towards the helicopter that had just arrived. We landed on a long land strip and the helicopter waiting in front of us.
Walking gingerly towards the helicopter I went, Ryan carried our bags behind us.
I sat in the leather seats waiting for the helicopter engine to start.
We were in the air, heading towards the city, I breathed in happily thinking of being back home. Maybe I would see my grandma while being there, I think happily.
My Grandma was a strong woman and she got things done whether you like it or not. My Grandfather wasn't even stronger and they would usually argue all the time, but they loved each other to the ends of the earth.
My grandma would take a bullet for him and he would do the same. My father wasn't really around when I was young, usually working, so when I lived in Venice it would usually be us four, Mother, Grandma, and Grandpa together happily playing cards getting icecream showing me parts of the city. But when my mother died, I didn't even get to say goodbye to my best friends, my grandparents.
I couldn't help but have a smile plastered on my face the whole way there, my dad looking happy that I was smiling so much.
The familiar small stacked up buildings began to form.
We landed on more of a modern building with a helicopter pad on it.
"Come on Arlyne lets go." I smiled, but nodded climbing out of the helicopter and making my way to the stair entryway, with Dad and Ryan close behind me.
Going down the stairs I guess we're in the helicopter's company that let us rent it, building. After my dad was done with the front desk we walked out the doors and into the busy streets of people, no cars, because there were no roads really for cars to be in.
My dad led us away from the crowd and towards a canal's docks.
They're waiting for us was my dad's motorboat. Climbing in, my dad helped Ryan with the bags putting them gently down into the boat.
Soon we were driving the Motor Boat through the canals and towards my old home.
It will be slightly weird going back to the place I grew up in, and not having my mother they're especially going back to the house my mother was murdered in.
We had exited shortly after a few minutes, making our way through the less crowded streets to the familiar gates that led to my old house.
My father entered the code making them open before showcasing a little area of land and a little but huge house in the middle, tall with a few stories.
There were bodyguards now in the front of the house and near the back, some walking around the perimeter of the gates.
I'm still bewildered why we would need security and protection, but Father would just ignore my questions saying it was for the best.
"Welcome home Arlyne." My dad said as I looked to the front of the house, to see familiar figures.
"Grandma! Grandpa!" I cried out blissfully, running towards my waving Grandma, and Grandpa.