Chapter 10 - The Queen of the Sky
One year later.
A brand-new, state-of-the-art Boeing 737 Business Jet, customized into an executive mobile command center, soared smoothly at forty thousand feet above the Mediterranean Sea.
The interior was a masterpiece of modern luxury—white leather lounges, high-speed satellite communications desks, and panoramic sky-view windows.
In the forward office section, Marco Bellini was sitting at a workstation, reviewing legitimate international shipping manifests for Vitelli Global Logistics—now the largest clean freight conglomerate in Southern Europe.
In the main lounge, Clara Foster sat at a glass desk, finishing her final online architecture exam from NYU, surrounded by textbooks and fresh flowers.
And in the master executive suite near the rear of the aircraft, Evelyn Foster stood near the wide window, looking out at the endless sea of white clouds below. She wore a tailored emerald-green silk suit, a diamond-encrusted watch on her wrist, and a stunning platinum ring on her left ring finger.
A pair of strong arms wrapped gently around her waist from behind.
Antonio pulled her back against his chest, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder, his breath warm against her neck.
“What are you thinking about, my queen?” Antonio asked softly, his low voice vibrating against her back.
Evelyn leaned back into his warm embrace, placing her hands over his.
“I was just remembering,” she smiled, turning her head to kiss his cheek. “A year ago, I was serving you lukewarm coffee in seat 2A, wondering if you were going to yell at me for asking if you were okay.”
Antonio let out a deep, rich laugh, kissing the side of her neck gently. “And now you run my global logistics empire, control my schedule, and tell me when I’m allowed to drink coffee.”
“Someone has to keep you alive, Antonio,” Evelyn teased, turning around in his arms to face him, her fingers playing with the silver-streaked hair at his temples. “You’re terrible at taking care of yourself at high altitudes.”
Antonio’s smile softened into a look of profound, eternal devotion. He cupped her face in his hands, staring into her eyes with the same fierce intensity that had bound their souls together over the stormy Atlantic.
“I didn't need saving from my body that night, Evelyn,” Antonio whispered, his lips hovering an inch from hers. “I needed saving from my life. And you gave me a reason to live it.”
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He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a deep, passionate kiss that made the entire sky around them melt away.
Outside the aircraft windows, the afternoon sun broke through the clouds, bathing the sleek private jet in a brilliant, golden light as it flew effortlessly toward the horizon—safe, unstoppable, and higher than ever before.
