“I hate the landing, Roman. Hold my hand.” Casey says and I hold her hand and squeeze it as the tyres touch the ground. She yelps as we bounce around.
“I’m going to have a bruise.” She moans as she rubs her leg and I rub my butt. Yeah, but it will be worth it.
Moments later, when the jet has stopped, the cargo doors open and we hold our breath as the voices of the men get louder as instructions are given to get the van and bikes ready. The door to the van opens and closes as the driver takes his seat.
“I know you both are there. Roman, Casey, stop hiding.” s**t. Uncle Havoc always knows, but how?
“I won’t ask again. So come on. It’s safer up here with me than it is hiding under a blanket.” He says and I look at Casey and she rips the blanket away and glares at uncle Havoc.
“Well, s*
