Nico’s POV

The plane touches down in Los Angeles at exactly a few minutes after 12:00 noon.

I could only manage a brief nap before my eyes snap open again. I look beside me to glare at Fabio, who has just shaken me awake.

"We’re here," he announces, taking off his seatbelt and standing up. I roll my eyes. He just has to point out the obvious, as if I’m blind or something.

The rest of the men climb down the plane. Blade and Mario follow behind, taking the luggage with them. They mostly ...