I hopped in the car with Marcus and Mike after work. I finished early getting all of my patients and paperwork done, leaving me with the entire day off. The headache from partying hard with Kelly last night disappeared hours ago and entered my craving for a good quality coffee. And not gonna lie some ribs.

"Mike, please please pleaseeeeee can we stop for coffee?" I beg him. Mike made it loud and clear that we weren't taking any unnecessary stops and we're going straight to Kelly's to drop me off. He had a strict schedule and needed to get back to business.

"Y/N the answer is no. That's the fifth time you asked me and this car is new. I can't risk you spilling something," He explained completely shutting my idea down. I continued to beg Mike to drive his car to a nearby new coffee shop so I could get my daily macchiato.

"Just get her the coffee man," My dad (Marcus) enters into our conversation while changing the radio station for what feels like the thousandth time.

"She's your daughter Marcus! Buy her coffee on your own time in your own car," Mike tells him off. He's visibly getting annoyed with our antics and my begging. "Plus we're on a tight schedule, we still gotta make it to the plane as I've mentioned," He continues emphasizing on how he keeps telling us over and over again how they have a place to be.

"What's all this talk about a plane? Are y'all going on vacation in the middle of an investigation?" I question my dad and Mike. Ever since I got into the car Mike was mentioning something about a plane and more blah blah.

"Me and Mike gotta supervise his little fugitives transportation," Marcus tells me.

"Huh?," I say not getting any of that

"Marcus shut up for once in your life," Mike tells my dad. "Y/N we're going with Armando to get him transferred to another prison. They're doing it by flight and I wanted to be there with him," Mike said shortly after telling my dad off. Now it's making sense. How could I forget about Armando being transferred?

"Aww how sweet of you, we gotta get you a "Father of the Year" award," I say sarcastically to him while unlocking my phone. Mike and Marcus's phones begin to ding in perfect unison.

"Oh shit," Mike starts looking down at his phone while coming to a halt in driving.

"What do they mean "get there earlier"? They gave us a specific time, do people not follow the specific times given? I was meaning to stop at the nearest restaurant too..." Marcus says to Mike with a sad face over not being able to eat.

I stayed quiet examining the look of stress on both of their faces from the backseat. I was right in the middle seat, fiddling with my seatbelt while checking my newest Instagram post.

"Just to let y'all know, I still want coffee," I tell them my eyes never leaving my phone. "I look so good in that photo", I say to myself acknowledging the dress I was wearing from last night. I look up from my phone noticing how quiet everything is and see them both looking at me.

"So Y/N, hypothetically speaking and this is all entirely hypothetical, but uhm. We gotta turn around and go to Armando now," Mike says oh so quickly.

"What are you talking about? I thought you had another good 45 minutes," I say confused. That was the plan, my car is in the shops so my dad and Mike offered to drive me from my house to work today and then go to Armando. Why did the plans change all of a sudden?

"They're saying there ready to go now and who are we to change that Y/N," my dad explains.

"So who's going to drive me?" I ask with a face of annoyance.

"You just gotta come with us," Marcus answers.

"Absolutely not! Being trapped on a cramped bootleg "jet" with a criminal and you old heads? Absolutely not," I say with complete honesty.

Tonight I was supposed to be laid up on a comfortable couch eating ice cream and watching movies with Kelly. May even call my ex. Zero stress and zero work! Just how I like it.

"Y/N come on, it's just a thirty to forty-minute plane ride. It'll be over before you know it and we'll be back to driving you home," Mike says trying to sway me into going.

"Nuh-uh," I tell them both. I was standing my ground even if it was stubborn of me.

"That's it! No more gentle parenting Mike. Dammit Y/N you have no choice, you're coming with us and that's the end of discussion!," my dad tells me straight while pulling a pack of chips from underneath his seat. Mike looks over to Marcus's chip bags and scoffs.

"I'd slap you if your kid wasn't in the back seat right now," Mike tells Marcus with a side eye.

"Do it Lowrey!" Marcus says back while pushing his buttons more.

"Okay Okay! But I want my coffee," I say. They both look at me and back to each other before Mike pulls into the coffee shop's drive-through and orders my coffee. ——— There we were. I took another couple sips of my coffee and got out of the car joining my dad and Mike's pathway towards the washed-green "plane" in front of us. Armando was there with guards who were watching over his handcuffed hands.

All three of us walk up to Armando and the guards. Mike takes Armando from them, thanking them and leads him up the seven stairs of the plane ride. Talk about a "vacation."

We all get inside of the plane having it closed behind us and take our seats. My dad and I sit a seat down leaving a space for Mike in between us. I buckle myself up and put my phone on airplane mode and back into my purse placing it under my seat. Mike walks Armando over to the "cage-like" cell and puts him in there.

"It's only for forty minutes. They're just trying to make sure you won't pull anything," Mike reassures him while locking the cell and moving back some steps.

Armando just gives him a frustrated look and moves his eyes to acknowledge his setting.

"Aww, you wanna hold your daddy's hand while you're at it?" I say to Armando while Mike is trying to unsuccessfully comfort Armando about being in his cell during the flight.

"How about you come over and hold it for him," Armando says back managing to send me a flirty wink. "I like those pants on you," He starts again while looking me up and down followed by a whistle.

I was dressed in a laid-back office fit of a white button-up and black pants that were sort of tight around me.

"Keep it in your pantalones Mike junior," Marcus jumps in, he eyes Armando one more time before looking over to Mike taking a seat in between me and my dad. "You better get your son under control, Y/N ain't interested," Marcus tells Mike while still mean-mugging Armando (pantalones: pants)

"Sure about that?" Armando questions him.

"ANYWAYS! What's the game plan after Armando gets transferred? We still have to figure out who's framing Howard." I ask Mike and Marcus. Both of them still ignore me and continue their dispute over how I don't want Armando, I swear I may have to solve this myself.

"Your son is disrespectful Mike!," Marcus says. The two men still argue for the next 5 minutes until Marcus hears something. He unbuckles his seatbelt and walks over to the pilot area. I rolled my eyes at him and took out my phone scrolling through my camera roll.

Marcus reaches for the door handle but it swings open revealing a masked man who instantly starts swinging. I took a loud scared gasp and instantly ran to my Dad who was pushed over. Mike unbuckled his seatbelt and came after me.

The masked man pulls me off my dad and pushes me into the wall making me bang my head. I'm on all fours and my head is completely spinning. More conflict erupts around me between Marcus and Mike and the other men fighting. I regained my strength to get back up and jump on the man's back who was strangling Mike.

I pull his muscled body back, punching him in the face but soon falling to the ground and rolling once the doors fly open. The wind smacked me in the face making it hard to see.

Numerous of our belongings fall out but I grabbed onto my purse that was stuck between the mechanics of the chair lifting my body using it and the bottom of the chair. My hands started to burn against the metal. I really need to work out more.

Armando's cell begins to slide down as the plane speeds up and fall since no one was controlling it. The rope connected to his cell looked like it was on the verge of breaking.

Mike reaches out to the rope trying his hardest to hold it down but it simply doesn't make a difference.

"Get me out of this fucking cage!" Armando yells out in a scared and angry tone.

Marcus and Mike work together to get Armando out while unlocking it and pulling him out, letting the cage just fall. I was still holding on to my purse by its handle until my dad used his arm to take mine. With his help, I pushed my body upward from hanging and grabbed my bag while in my dad's arms.

Mike and Armando continue to fight the masked men until they surrender by using their parachutes to jump out of the crashing plane. The mix of the velocity and wind made the plane go faster and faster until it ultimately just crashed into the water.

"PLEASE DONT LET MY HAIR GET WET," I yell out in agony since I just got it done. Once the plane officially stopped moving at its speed, Armando and Marcus controlled the plane and it began to let water in signaling we dropped into a lake of some sort.

Mike, Marcus, Armando, and I all got out one by one. I walked on top of the plane slipping at some steps and landed in the dirt successfully avoiding the water.

I still managed to have my purse, silently thanking myself for having my phone in it and a little emergency "go bag" in there. We all shared exhausted glances with each other once we met up.

"Who the fuck was that?" Armando asks us while his chest is heaving up and down. Why did he look so hot right now? The lower part of his orange jumpsuit was covered in a mix of dirt and water just like my dad and Mike's since they walked into the lake to get around to me.

"I think the guys that framed Howard," I answer with a guess. They looked like one of us and were trying their hardest to kill us. Armando eyes never leave mine, he looks like he's in deep thought.

Mike and Marcus look over to me before Mike lets out a string of cuss words under his breath.

"We really can't trust anyone..." Mike says to Marcus.

"Let's go," Armando tells us but more directly to me before helping me up and walking away with me not waiting for the two other guys to catch up. ——— thank you guys so much for 2k reads!! next chapter will be out either tomorrow or tuesday. very very sorry if they're are any spelling errors loll💕💕