My eyes burned in anger at the moving vehicle. He's lying and he's very vainglorious about it. If Falcon found Asche at his dwelling place, then he must share some sort of close connection with him.

"Brother, should we follow him?" Falcon suggested, turning his head towards me.

"We can't follow him right now because he'll only grow more suspicious and possibly attack us. The motive is to stealthily find the boy, not draw attention to ourselves."

Falcon nodded in agreement. "Then, what is the next step?"

My crimson eyes shifted on him, "We follow him. But not brazenly. I'll have someone else follow him. In the meantime, we can wait it out."

That was a decision that we later regretted.

In time, we found out that the club owner booked a room in a hotel. Our spies informed us that when he entered the building, they lost track of him. How? I have not a clue.

That was three days ago. We went back to the club, only to find another man managing it. When asked about the former club owner's whereabouts, he wasn't able to tell us anything. He explained that he usually fills in for Kirk, as he called him, and this particular time he's working until Kirk returns which is also unknown to him.

I wanted to punch a wall. Dead end after dead end had me fuming in anger. Kirk's blatant fabrication only served to anger me. I should have burned his vehicle down with him in it. Chances are, he's somewhere hiding Asche, secretly working in alliance with his evasiveness.

Falcon saw the raw, unfettered anger on my face and he excused us both from the establishment before I released some flames on that man's body.

"Calm down, Drakos." Falcon placed a hand on my shoulder, frowning at me. "Or you'll end up mistakingly exposing us.

"Do not tell me to calm down!" I yelled. "He's gone, Falcon. How can we find him when he's like a needle in a haystack? We allowed that man to slip right through our fingers!"

"May I remind you that you are the one that said we shouldn't follow him," Falcon said, dryly.

I ran my hand down my face and exhaled, holding on to my nearly nonexistent patience. "What do you suppose we do now?" I muttered.

He leaned on the wall beside us as we stood outside the club. "Does he have any relatives?"

"Not that I know of. He's always alone. Your little...uh...husband, you should ask him if Asche has any relatives in town."

Falcon nodded and pushed up off the wall with a smile. "That just might do."

I gave him a lopsided frown. Falcon is too enthusiastic about this. You'd swear he's the one that did the fucking.

We headed to Falcon's apartment, located in an upscale community where his husband presently was waiting for his return. Upon our arrival, the small dark-skinned man opened the door to greet us with a cheerful expression.

He was obviously excited to see Falcon, but not me.

As soon as Falcon walked up the steps and got to the door, he jumped on him, wrapping his legs around his waist, and engaging in a lip-locking session.

Then there was me, standing there awkwardly and looking at the beautiful flowers, pillars, and everything else but them. Is this even the right time to do this?

"For fuck's sake, give it a rest!" I glared at the smooching duo.

They finally parted and spared me a glance, breathing heavily.

"You," I pointed at his shotgun husband. "I need you to help me locate Asche and you're going to tell me who his relatives are."

He gave me a dirty look. "You're rude and I'm not obligated to do anything for you. You made me go against a very good friend of mine by deceiving me. Try somewhere else because I'm not doing it. Falcon, are we going to have sex or what? You've been busy for days and I need your cock, right now." He whined.

I stood there, rigid in shock. Did he just...openly reject my demand?

Falcon interceded in a flash, "Baby you-"

"Either you fuck me now or no ass for you until next year." He threatened with a pout.

"Say what!?" I bellowed, astounded by his ultimatum. "Falcon, are you going to allow him to dictate to you like that?"

Falcon stared at me apologetically before facing the reluctant ass husband of his. I truly desired to throttle him.

"Stephon, what we're trying to find Asche for is important. This isn't a game of cat and mouse, Asche may be sick...well not sick but his body is changing and he doesn't know. My brother just wants to warn him and help him. He knows what to do to make him feel better." Falcon elucidated but Stephon only narrowed his eyes at him.

"Do I look like a child to you?" His voice was low, trembling with anger. "That's an excuse you give to a two-year-old! Well, there goes our fuck session. I'm going to my brother's house, today. Don't look for me or call me because I won't answer you." He turned and strode away.

"Stephon!" Falcon went after him and I facepalmed myself.

I'm not getting anywhere with this.

***

Kirk came just in time.

I couldn't contain my joy. My luggage was transferred to his SUV and we drove back to the airport where we boarded his private jet.

Our destination, The Bahamas.

Kirk explained that it was warm enough there even during fall, and early winter. For some odd reason, I craved the heat, and to bathe in the sun's warmth, made me feel all good inside.

The island he chose was Eleuthera, a beautiful island with pink sand. He owned a small beach house not too far from the sea. After I settled in and organized my belongings, we took a stroll on the beach and that's when he started to explain how he managed to evade Mr. Billionaire, concealing me and my unexpected pregnancy.

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