His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 549 - 449 Unpleasant

"Whoa," Dom said, stopping short as they rounded the corner of the hangar. The jet was not just parked. It seemed to loom. Its matte military green finish drank the sunlight, giving it a silent, predatory stillness.

Jason let out a soft, breathy sound beside him in pure appreciation. He was already scanning it, his eyes tracing the flawless seam where the wing met the fuselage, the aggressive angle of the tail. "That is not paint," he murmured, almost to himself. "That is a radar absorbent coating. The winglets are custom. This thing is not just fast. It is invisible."

Dom blinked, pulling his gaze from the intimidating machine to Jason’s starstruck face. "You are drooling. It is a plane, not a supermodel."

"It is better," Jason said, without looking away. He took a few steps closer, his head tilting. "Hypothetically," he called out, raising his voice just enough to reach Leo, who was already heading for the airstairs with Bella, "if this had wheels, I would be asking for the keys."

Leo did not pause. He did not glance back. He simply kept walking, his lack of reaction more dismissive than any "no" could ever be.

Dom smirked and jabbed Jason in the ribs. "See? He did not even honor you with a refusal. You are not even on the list of potential threats to his precious murder bird."

Jason finally grinned, tearing his eyes away. "Worth a shot."

Behind them, two guards moved past, handling the luggage with the bored efficiency of men who saw this kind of hardware every day. They did not look at the jet. Their job was to load it, not admire it.

By the time Dom and Jason finished their mutual, silent worship of the jet’s terrifying exterior, they realized the airstairs were looking conspicuously empty. They exchanged a single, panicked look.

Leo, Bella, the guards, the entire staff, gone. Swallowed by the jet without a sound.

"Did they leave without us?" Dom whispered, aghast.

Jason shoved him toward the stairs. "They are in the flying tank, you drama queen. Go."

"Move."

"You move."

They scrambled up the steps in a tangle of limbs and urgency, nearly knocking each other off in the process, and stumbled through the doorway.

The cabin interior was a shock of serene, silent luxury. Plush slate gray seats that looked more like thrones were arranged in clusters. The carpet was so thick and soft it felt like walking on a cloud. Warm, ambient lighting glowed from hidden panels in the pale wood walls, and the air smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean, cool oxygen.

And there, in a prime window seat, sat Leo. One arm rested on the polished wooden armrest, his posture relaxed, but his presence seemed to absorb all the quiet in the room, making the spacious cabin feel suddenly very small.

Dom stepped in first, attempting a casual, "I belong here" stroll.

Leo’s head turned slowly. His eyes, a cool, assessing gray, locked onto Dom. It was not a glance. It was a full body scan. He looked at Dom as if seeing him for the first time, really seeing him.

Dom froze mid stride, one foot awkwardly hovering.

Leo’s gaze traveled down. It cataloged the jacket, a limited edition collaboration that had a six month waiting list and cost more than a small car. It noted the jeans, hand distressed by some famous artist in City X. It lingered on the sneakers, which had collector item and not for actual walking energy.

A low, guttural growl rumbled from Leo’s chest.

Dom jumped a full inch into the air. "Bro!" he yelped, clutching his heart. "What is wrong with you? Are you having a stroke? Should I perform CPR? I do not know how, but I will YouTube it."

Leo leaned back, his face smoothing into its usual impassive mask. "Nothing," he said, his voice perfectly even. "I just remembered something unpleasant."

Dom swallowed, the sound loud in the quiet cabin.

Behind him, Jason finally stepped inside, his eyes darting between Leo’s calm facade and Dom’s petrified form. A grin split his face.

"He probably just remembered how you stole his five million dollars," Jason offered cheerfully, dropping into a seat with a comfortable thud.

Leo’s expression darkened instantly, the calm shattering into a silent thundercloud.

Dom turned his head toward Jason with the slow, horrified precision of a man witnessing a betrayal of biblical proportions. His eyes screamed, I will throw you out of the window when you are sleeping.

Instead of acting on those impulses, Dom executed a swift, silent power walk down the aisle and flung himself into the farthest, plushest seat at the very back, as if putting three rows of leather and eight feet of carpet between him and Leo could shield him from the consequences of his own expensive taste.

The door from the back swished open. Bella stepped through, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She took in the scene. Leo emanating quiet storm signals, Dom trying to become one with his headrest, and Jason looking utterly delighted with himself.

A soft, warm smile lit up her face. "Dom. Jason," she greeted, her voice like a safe harbor.

Instantly, the atmospheric pressure in the cabin normalized. Dom unclenched, his voice returning to its normal, chirpy cadence as if he had not just been emotionally body slammed. "Bella. The ergonomics in here are incredible. The seat has a massage function. I feel like I am being gently hugged by a very expensive robot."

Jason nodded, kicking his feet up. "Great airflow. Minimal turbulence already. Solid engineering."

"I am glad you are both comfortable," Bella said, her gaze sweeping over them with affectionate amusement.

Dom and Jason wore identical expressions of smug contentment, as if they had just been crowned co kings of the airborne lounge.

"Very comfortable," Jason said, leaning back slightly, testing the seat like he was evaluating a high end racing cockpit.

"I have never felt so comfortable," Dom sighed dreamily, sinking deeper into the cushions.

Bella shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her.

"Yeah, but more importantly," Dom pressed, leaning forward and jerking his thumb toward the corridor at the back of the cabin. "Where did you vanish to? Secret snack vault? Hidden aquarium?"

"There is a bedroom back there," Bella explained, her tone as casual as if she had mentioned a coat closet. "If you get tired on the flight, you can go lie down."

Dom’s entire body went still. He turned very slowly toward Bella, his eyes wide. "Hold on. Rewind. This magnificent, terrifying sky fortress has a bedroom? Like with a door? And a mattress?"