Chapter 23: Tarzan war cry

🌺 Leonessa 🌺

The greasy, cheesy and wonderful piece of pizza was coming closer and closer.

My mouth watered as I thought about all the flavour that was about to burst on my tongue.

All the other pieces of food with faces imprinted on them were singing songs that I couldn't be bothered to remember.

I was just about to bite into the pizza when I felt something poking me on my head.

I groaned as the delicious pizza disappeared from my vision and the food wonderland along with it.

I ignored whatever was poking me and desperately tried to go back to my amazing dream of food.

Whoever's poking me was very persistant and it was starting to get very annoying.

"Ugh, just give me one more week." I groaned out as I shifted into a more comfotable position on my back.

The poking stopped and I sighed out in relief, ready to fall back asleep again.

But I was stopped when a Tarzan war cry broke through the silence of my room.

Followed by the wind being knocked out of my lungs by none other than Flynn Rider.

"TODAY'S THE DAY LEONESSA! WE'RE GOING TO PARIS SO WAKE YO ASS UP!" He acreamed into my face whilst frantically shaking my shoulders.

"Bitch I'm up, I'm up. Stop shaking me before I kick you where the sun don't shine." I warned as I rubbed my face.

"Not a morning person are we bumblebee." A certain voice teased.

"Oh shut up Bleach. It's 4:30 in the damn morning. It shouldn't even be considered morning since it's as dark as my soul outside." I said glaring at my clock and then at him.

He only laughed at my misery and dragged the over hyper Flynn out of my room.

I couldn't help but sob on the inside as my warm feet came in contact with the cold, tiled floor.

(This is why I sleep with socks on💀👀)

It took a lot of pep talks with my inner voice but I finally put on the blazer that matched with my outfit and hooked the leash on Juju's collar.

I walked through the door with my suitcase in one hand and Juju's leash in the other.

We're gonna stay in Paris for a few days after the show for a mini vacation, because I think my hardworking ass deserves it and I guess I have to bring my brothers with me.

And who says dogs can't go on vacation too.

Everyone was ready and standing in the living room, probably waiting for me.

I mean you can't be a fashion designer and not be fashionably late.

"Do you really have to wear...that?" Blake asked as he glared at my clothes.

"Look Bleach, just because you can't pull off this shade of blue or any blue for that matter, doesn't mean I can't. And don't be a hypocrite when it comes to slightly revealing clothes." I replied as I looked at the five undone buttons on his shirt.

He groaned in defeat and I smirked in victory, but it was short lived when Hayden pointed something out.

"Is that a...tattoo?" He asked as his eyes were glued on the ink beneath my collarbone.

Everyone's eyes snapped up to me in shock.

"Yes, I have two actually. I got them when I was 12." I said confidently and pointed to the one on my abdomen.

"Is that where..." Blake trailed off and I only nodded.

Everyone stayed silent until Killian broke it.

"Well I think it's beautiful though I'm not happy that gave a tattoo to someone underage, but it's not like we can talk." Killian stated disractedly as he was busy taking a selfie with duck lips and a piece sign.

Everyone cleared their throats to Killian's true statement, especially Dominic and Blake.

"Well then, let me just call my pilot and we'll be ready to go." Dominic said as he took out his phone.

"Oh that won't be necassary Nicky, I got it handled." I said as Blake and Hayden snickered at the nickname.

"But Leone-" He started to say but got cut off when I smooshed my finger into his lips.

"Shhh, fratello. I think you forgot one tiny, important thing about me." I started saying as I patted his cheek mockingly.

"I'm filthy rich too."

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"Carlos!" I exclaimed excitedly as his figure came into view in front of my private jet with a few flight attendants standing in a straight line behind him.

"Good morning Ms. Leonessa." He greeted politely as he slightly bowed his head, his American accent being clearly heard.

Carlos is 22 years old and has worked for me since he was 19. He comes from a rough background since he got himself involved with the wrong people in the past.

He spent most of his nights in a jail cell, waiting for his friends to bail him out and they would sometimes even forget to do that.

He realised that he had to get away and start a new life when he had a near death experience because of those "friends", so he flew over to Budapest.

Carlos was extremely smart, especially in the aircraft operations and aeronautical engineerings department, but because of his criminal record, every college he applied to, rejected him. So he tried to somehow get more education online.

He worked multiple jobs that didn't care about his record, but none of them were enough to keep him on his feet.

He once came across my company's building and took a leap of faith by trying to find some sort of job there.

I went through his resume and when I saw that he was highly intellegent in aircraft operations, I immediatly offered him to be the pilot for my private jet.

Of course I was a bit hesitant because of his background but when I saw how determined and hard working he was, I knew I had made the right choice.

"You know where to go right?" I asked him as I nodded at the flight attendants who were collecting all of our luggage.

"Of course ma'am, the city of love and lights." He joked as he smiled at me.

All the boys were shocked when they saw my jet and haven't made a sound for quite a while.

Well until Flynn squealed like a little girl and ran towards the plane. Everyone just watched as he did a cartwheel and a front flip.

Huh, who knew Flynn Rider was a gymnist?

"Anyway, so why does your pilot have to be so...young?" Blake asked after shaking his head at his twin brother.

"You're younger than him Bleach." I stated and he just scoffed as he stormed away, making me laugh.

"Well then gentelmen, we can't just stay here and have a tea party, I have places to be and things to do, so let's go." I stated and started walking to the plane.

"Oh and close that mouth of yours Nicky, wouldn't want my success to get caught in your throat." I joked as I kept walking.

I could hear him chuckle in disbelief and his foot steps getting closer.

"You have quite the mouth on you, don't you fiore?" He asked as he rested his arm on my shoulder.

"I wonder who I got it from?" I asked with sarcasm, expecting some sort of snarky comeback.

"Definitly from our father." He stated with a nod and a far away look in his eyes.

I hummed as I slightly rested my head on his chest, I looked up to see the orange hues of the sun, lining the horison as the lights of buildings still flickered in the early morning.

"I think I would've liked him." I confessed softly as Dominic hugged my shoulder tighter.

"And I know he would've loved you."

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Alrighty, so this was kinda short but I wanted to save the fun stuff for the next chapter👁️👅👁️😈

Cheers🍸