*****Jax POV*****
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't strangle you and watch the blood drain from your pretty little face?!" I question the small female, moving closer to her.
"P-Please don't!" She pleads back, moving herself back on the bed in attempts to get further away from me in the tiny room.
I grab her nearest ankle, dragging her towards me in annoyance, before I climb on top of her - caging her in once again - taking hold of her wrists.
"Are you scared princess?!" I grit down at her quivering frame, enjoying the sick fact that she was so scared again after hitting me.
She does nothing but nod her head, causing me to smirk at how weak she was.
"You have thirty seconds to convince me not to kill you." I ponder, enjoying the power I had over her. She wouldn't dare hit me again after this. Nobody has ever hit me and lived!
I watch as her mind races, trying to figure out the best way to fight for her life...
"Twenty seconds left..." I mock, enjoying her panic filled features.
"P-Please I won't do that again!" She begs, as I shake my head from side to side not impressed with her reasoning.
"Ten seconds to save yourself..." I trail off, squeezing her wrists tighter in warning.
"S-Stop!" The tears stream, as I continue to feel no guilt.
"Times ticking princess!" I lean closer, before she does something that catches me completely off guard-
She reaches her small hands up, grabbing my face in both of them, before pulling me down towards her - moulding her large lips onto mine.
I freeze for a moment, calculating the situation, before naturally kissing her back - surprisingly enjoying it as I instinctively move my hands down her sides.
The kiss lasted for a few moments, before the fog cleared and I remembered where the fuck I was and what was currently happening.
I immediately detach myself, standing from the bed and stepping away from her - almost as though she had burned my skin.
"Don't act like a fucking needy whore around me again! You've got one chance... and never in my twenty six years have I given somebody a second chance so count yourself lucky...don't fucking waste it!" I grit at her, as she looks startled herself from what she had done.
With that said, I exit the room - slamming the door and leaving her alone.
I would die before admitting that I enjoyed the kiss... especially after she had just disrespected and slapped me in front of my own men.
"She won't dare do that again." I grit out as I approach Seth and Nico, both of them releasing a laugh - I probably looked like a flustered fool.
"Excuse me... can I go back through there..." I hear the cafe boy ask quietly from the corner, as I shoot him an irritated glance before I nod and wave my hand for him to leave.
She better stay far away from me the rest of this flight, at least until I calm myself down after the stunt she just pulled...
*****Faye's POV*****
"Mike I... I'm sorry about this... I don't know who that was... I would never hit a man like that... I think this whole situation just got too much... I just snapped!" I cried into my friends arms, thankful to be back in the room alone with him.
"It's my fault Faye... I should have explained what happened sooner before you jumped to conclusions... I get how it looked!" Michael rubs my back, as the plane rocks gently in the air.
"What did happen to you anyway?" I question next, sitting up to look at his battered appearance once again.
"I know you'll say 'I told you so'... but it was the college guy and his friends... he fucked me - sorry to be so direct - but afterwards tried to claim that he was straight!" Michael scoffs at the memory as he rolls his swollen eyes, causing my mouth to drop open in astonishment.
They always do this to him!
"Anyway, I just laughed him off... since you and I both know, he clearly isn't straight, but he was still adamant that he was. He said he was only experimenting and after sleeping with me he was certain he was straight and didn't like men... total bullshit." Michael huffs as I shake my head in disbelief.
How ridiculous!
"You're joking!" I rant, as he holds a hand up to signal that he wasn't yet finished.
"So to cut a long story short... his other football friends ended up knocking at the door... telling him to open up... he got all flustered and decided that the only way to cover his back was to pretend that I was just some gay dude coming onto him... so he started hitting me... then the others joined in..." His voice lowers towards the end of the story, as my heart drops at what he had gone through.
"I passed out, and when I woke up, I was in that hot man's condo... which you can imagine I thought was a blissful dream at first..." He laughs, causing me to smile at his dumb comment.
"The one that was in here when you came, he's actually been decent to me so far. He told me that you were safe and that I would get to see you soon and here you are." He holds my hands in his, giving them a squeeze.
"He told me what happened to you at the party too... with Calvin and Sophie... I'm so sorry I wasn't with you." He looks down in shame and regret, as I shake my head violently.
"Don't you dare! It's not your fault! You know what they're like Mike... I'm here now and they're gone... my bruises are slowly going away too... although it seems that I'm close to getting more since I just pissed off the big scary guy." I state, laughing dryly and swallowing the lump in my throat.
"I can't believe that you god damn slapped the man Faye! I'm surprised that you're still breathing! When he dragged you back here I thought you were for sure a goner!" He claims loudly, laughing at his dark humour as I hush him.
"Shhh you idiot! They will hear you laughing and he will kick my ass for sure next time!" I grit out, as he continues to mock me.
"How the hell did you make it out alive though?! He was so pissed off... how did you calm him down?!" He questions, smiling at me and making light of our situation.
Typical Mike.
"You won't believe me if I tell you..." I say in a sweat, now remembering what I had done.
"What? Did you suck him off or some shit?!" He blurts out, laughing harder as I slap his arm for him to shut up.
"Shhh! He will kill me! I didn't suck anything! But I... kissed him..." I whisper the last part, earning a dramatic gasp from Michael.
"YOUR FIRST KISS?!" He practically screams and claps his hands, as I clamp my hand across his mouth to shut him up.
"Stop it! I'm already embarrassed enough without you making such a fuss!" I rage, glaring at him as he laughs and shoves my hand off.
"Don't be embarrassed! Look at the damn man you had your first kiss with! He's like a sculpture crafted by the Gods he's that perfect!" Michael claps his hands, as I roll my eyes - failing to share the same emotions about the kiss since that same man did also threaten to kill me...
"So anyway... why are we here? Why the heck are they dragging us to Italy?!" He asks, as I shrug.
"Your guess is as good as mine... It felt like a fucking nightmare until he brought you on the trip too... now I feel sort of ok? Is that weird?" I reply, before hearing a knock from the door causing us both to tense.
"Any drinks or snacks?" We hear the female attendant ask from the other side of the door, causing us both to sigh in relief.
Well I guess why not...