Danilo
The airport hit me like a slap of cold air and jet fuel.
My head was still spinning.
Benecio and Dove. On that LED floor. Doing "Beautiful Liar" like their lives depended on it, hips moving, coins chiming, grinning at each other like they'd invented joy.
I didn't know what in the world had gotten into my little brother. But I loved seeing him be a normal twenty-year-old for once. Yes, it was a party. Yes, he'd vanished at 2am like a damn fool. But he hadn't crashed into a cactus yet. He hadn't gotten arrested. He hadn't texted me from a police station.
In Benecio's books, that was a win.
My security convoy peeled off toward the hangar and I followed, boots clicking on the tarmac. The night was clear over New York and the jet was waiting for us, black and silver under the floodlights. Kolli's jet.
I climbed the steps two at a time and pushed the door open.
The inside of the jet was warm and quiet and smelled like leather and Kolli.
