Chapter 968: Flight Back Ho
The room exploded with laughter — low, dark, filthy chuckles from everyone.
Julie wiped a stray drop of cum from Samantha’s chin with her thumb and licked it off.
"Okay... It’s getting late. We should all get ready to leave."
I glanced at Gabriela. She had that small, hesitant look in her eyes—the one I knew ant she was thinking about her son, Diaz. She hadn’t said it out loud, but I could feel it.
"Gabriela," I said gently, "go and say goodbye to your son. Don’t worry—he’ll be well taken care of here. You have my word."
Gabriela nodded—grateful, a little teary—and slipped out quietly.
Julie checked her phone.
"About Jayden... she contacted
about the divorce. It’s finalized. Her daughter Patricia is willing to co with her. Everything’s arranged."
I nodded.
A few hours later, Gabriela returned—quiet but at peace. Yuko also ca back with the final discharge papers, still shy and careful around everyone.
Now everyone was ready.
Julie had already contacted Lorena, telling her to et us at the airport. Lorena had been busy with her father’s case, but now that everything was resolved, she could finally follow
without worry.
Soon, the ti ca.
We all t at the private airstrip.
Lorena was already there—elegant as always, but she kept her expression neutral when she saw Yuko. She knew the situation, so instead of hugging
like she wanted to, she simply smiled.
"Jack... are you okay? I heard from Ms. Julie that you were in an accident..."
I smiled back.
"I’m fine. Don’t worry."
Lorena nodded. "That’s good..."
I saw Yuko subconsciously hug my arm tightly as we walked toward the plane steps.
"Let
help you sit on the plane..." she said softly, still playing the caring nurse.
With that, Yuko helped
up the stairs carefully, guiding
to one of the wide recliner seats in the luxurious private jet.
The cabin was spacious—cream leather, soft lighting, a long couch along one side, and several large recliners. Everyone settled in:
Lorena took the seat across from
Sarah lounged on the couch, legs crossed Marina sat beside her, tablet already open Julie claid the seat right next to mine Gabriela sat on my other side Jayden (with Patricia ntioned earlier) was in the row behind Samantha curled up in the seat nearest the window And Yuko... sat right beside , still holding my arm protectively.
I noticed Yuko’s gaze drifting across all the won—subtly scanning each one. Using telepathy, I slipped into her mind and heard her thoughts crystal clear:
[Jack is surrounded by all these won... I have to keep an eye on him... what if all these won are after his money... or here to take advantage of him... and I also need to warn Haruna... to keep an eye on her boyfriend...]
She was still in full protective-sister mode—completely unaware that every single woman around her was already mine, already claid, and very happily so.
I smiled to myself.
The jet engines humd to life.
The cabin door closed.
The long flight ho began with Yuko still playing guardian angel — sitting right beside
in the spacious recliner seat of the private jet, eyes flicking protectively between every other woman and
in the cabin.
She kept one hand resting lightly on my bandaged chest the entire ti, as if she could shield
from invisible threats just by touch.
Every ti one of the others leaned in too close or laughed a little too freely, her fingers would tighten slightly — not possessive, but watchful, almost maternal.
She didn’t notice the subtle gas happening under blankets and behind polite smiles. Gabriela’s hand occasionally brushed my thigh "accidentally" while she pretended to adjust the seat.
Sarah — seated across the aisle — kept crossing and uncrossing her legs slowly, the hem of her skirt riding higher each ti until the lace of her panties flashed briefly when Yuko wasn’t looking.
Julie — on my other side — leaned in to "check my bandages" more than once, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered filthy promises about what she’d do to
the second we landed.
I didn’t make any moves. Not yet. Yuko’s guilt was still too raw; pushing her too fast would shatter the fragile trust she was rebuilding.
So I let her fuss — let her feed
water, adjust pillows, whisper worried questions — while the others exchanged knowing glances and waited patiently for the right mont.
After several hours of smooth flight, the jet finally touched down on the private airstrip. A small convoy of blacked-out SUVs waited at the runway — engines idling, drivers standing at attention.
Yuko, Julie, and I were ushered into the lead car. Stella — tall, sharp-eyed, one of my most trusted drivers — was behind the wheel.
She gave
a quick nod in the rearview mirror, professional as always, but her lips twitched when she saw how closely Yuko was still clinging to my arm.
Three more cars fell in behind us — discreet security detail, tinted windows, no markings.
The drive to Yuko’s villa was quiet. She kept her hand on my arm the entire way, thumb brushing small circles over the bandage as if reminding herself I was still hurt. When we pulled up to the elegant gates of the villa I’d given her and Haruna, she finally let go — reluctantly.
I turned to her in the backseat.
"Sister Yuko... you should go back inside. I’ll co et Haruna soon — once I’ve arranged everything."
Yuko’s eyes shimred — guilt, gratitude, sothing deeper.
"Aunt Julie..." she said softly, looking at Julie in the front passenger seat. "Please take care of Jack."
Then she turned to
— cheeks pink, voice shy and earnest.
"Take care of yourself... and don’t tire yourself. You’re still injured... the injury hasn’t healed completely. Assign the tasks to your people and co back quickly. Haruna and I... we’re waiting for you."
She hesitated — then leaned in and pressed a soft, quick kiss to my cheek before slipping out of the car. The gate opened; she disappeared inside.
Stella pulled away smoothly. The convoy followed.
We drove the rest of the way in comfortable silence — Julie’s hand resting on my thigh, Gabriela’s head on my shoulder, Samantha curled up against my other side like a contented kitten.
Jayden and Patricia were quietly arranged to stay at a discreet, high-end hotel nearby for the night. I’d made the call myself before we left the airstrip — a separate suite, full security detail, no questions asked.
Jayden wasn’t officially mine yet; she’d only just kissed , only just admitted she wanted this life. And Patricia — her teenage daughter — was innocent in all of this. No way was I bringing an unclaid woman and her child straight into the heart of the villa on day one. Boundaries mattered, even for .
Jayden understood. When I explained it in the car, she gave a small, grateful nod.
"Thank you," she said quietly. "For thinking of Patricia first."
I squeezed her hand. "Always."
She and Patricia were dropped off at the hotel with two Shadow guards stationed discreetly nearby. Jayden promised to text when they were settled — and promised she’d be at the villa tomorrow morning, ready to talk seriously.
Now the convoy rolled through the gates of our main villa.
A crowd was waiting.
Jessica, Emily, Isabella, Paige, Olivia, Karen, Hannah, Carolina — and all the other won who called this place ho — stood on the wide front steps, smiling, waving, so bouncing on their toes.
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