Volkan led Yasmin to the back of the plane where there were leather couches with seatbelts, a big screen TV, a gaming console, and a wet bar. She sat and looked around as the flight staff prepared for takeoff.

As much as it horrified her to be in a situation that she couldn’t control, she had to admit, being on a private jet didn’t suck. She ran her hand over the buttery leather armrest and accepted a pile of magazines from the flight attendant who also took her food and drink order, promising to have it ready for her after takeoff.

Volkan was on the phone and it sounded like a business call, though she didn’t know for sure because the language wasn’t French or English, the only languages she knew. She guessed he was probably speaking Turkish.

As soon as he hung up, she asked, “Why did you make me fly all the way to London to kidnap me? You could’ve done it in Toronto and I could’ve flown in this.”

His lips curled up and he smiled at her. “I have my reasons. What’s important is that you’re here now and you’ll be travelling like this from now on. I rarely take commercial when the family jet is available.”

The relaxed posture of his body and the look he gave her told her that her plan to convince him she was starting to accept her new life was working. If he thought she enjoyed the things he was giving her, he might also believe she could enjoy a life with him. Of course, it wasn’t difficult to enjoy the luxury jet.

“This belongs to your family?” she asked, curious to hear more about the people she would soon meet. She was both nervous and excited. Nervous because if they were all psychotic kidnappers, then she would really be in some trouble, but excited because if they were halfway normal and even a little bit moral, they might convince him to let her go.

“It belongs to me, but I allow my family its use when they need it.” He reached across to buckle her belt as the jet’s engines fired to life. He buckled his own belt as well and then watched her face as she looked around.

“Do they use it often?” she asked, not really curious, but wanting to talk now that he was in a good mood and not saying terrible things.

“My mother and sister like to take it a couple times a year for shopping around the world. They also use it to go to our private island, which has an airstrip.”