#Chapter411
Alexi didn’t want to drive home either as he literally hates long, monotonous road trips; kills his restless nature, so we stayed another night with a booked plane flight rather than a chopper, to avoid bad juju, soon as they started operating again. Because of it, however, we had to schedule our flight back early for us to make Alexi’s sit-down with the Mafia bosses and that queen bitch Marianne. So today I feel rushed, half asleep and still trying to let my head catch up with the last few days. I feel unusually rattled, nerves prickly because of why we are rushing back and unable to settle.
