~Nevaeh~

A few weeks have passed since my debut disaster. We haven't spoken to my parents or Bellemy's dad. We've decided to push them to the back burner for now. They aren't in the clear but Bellemy wants to focus on the people being kidnapped. Therefore, we are in his office with Marcus and another one of their close friends, Leeland. Neither of them seems to care too much about my presence, however, they're enjoying the hell out of giving my husband hell with remarks of his softness when he's near me. They believe I've turned him into a teddy bear.

Sitting on Belle's lap, I fiddle with his hair as we speak to his comrades. "So we are up to 6 missing now?"

Marcus nods. "Yup, Fabio Ramirez age 2, grandson of Santino and Regina Ramirez makes number 6. He was taken two days ago. And a week before-"

Leeland clears his throat, cutting Marcus off. So I look his way. He's built a bit larger than Bellemy and Marcus with muscles as big around as my head on his arms. His ebony skin tone and light brown eyes are beautifully flawless for a man. He's wearing a light blue, skin-tight tee and jeans. That alone tells me he's a bit more chilled out than the other two or maybe he just has no desire for the world to see the size of his bank account. Either way, it's a nice change.

"My niece, Kelsey Hope. She's 15 and was taken from the movie theater when she went out with her friends." He hands me a picture as Bellemy and Marcus both clench their fists. I literally want to cry. It's one thing to talk about kids being taken, but to see the face of one and the struggle from people that know her is absolutely a heart-gutting feeling.

The girl in the photo has a head full of raven hair that's twisted into a prestige ballerina bun. She's wearing a purple floral sweater and a white skirt with yellow leggings. Her outfit argues with her face and body shape about her age. She's dressed so innocently and I can almost sense that she's a good girl. Her features, however, are that of a young adult woman and that's what scares me most.

"She's gorgeous," I say, trying to force a smile, handing back the picture.

" In so many ways, Mrs. Perez," He replies, looking at it. "She's a straight-A student with a beautiful soul and an amazing singing voice. My sister is a wreck. I need y'all to help bring her and every one of these people home."

Bellemy rubs my back as he speaks, probably sensing my worry. "We will do whatever it takes, Lee."

"I'm glad you say that, Belle, cause I got an idea." Marcus's words provoke my husband to squirm in his seat, holding my waist so that I don't slide off him.

"I don't like that look," He says.

" You're not gonna like my proposal any less." Marcus chuckles.

"What is it?" I ask.

Marcus turns a devilish glare on me before retaking Belle in his view. As if he can read Marcus's mind, Bellemy growls and starts shaking his head."¡No, INFIERNO, no! ¡Absolutamente no! (No, HELL, no! Absolutely not!) "

"Come on, Bellemy! She's right up the alley! We've heard that one of the twins has been spotted at Marco's club in Dallas. All we need to do is-"

"Not happening! Use one of the work girls" He interrupts. I'm not too sure of what they're arguing about so I sit quietly, hoping to pick up on it without looking like a ditz.

Leeland shakes his head our way. "That won't serve us properly. We need to know, without a doubt, whoever we send in won't turn on us."

Oh, got it now. They need to use me as a decoy or bait. It doesn't matter, I want to help so I speak before discussing it with my man. "I'll do it!"

Bellemy scoffs. "The fuck you will!"

I furrow my brows and leap off him. "Excuse me? We have an agreement and I want to help!"

He sighs and stands, reaching for my hands. I can't pass up a moment to touch him, so I take them. I'm still annoyed, though. " I didn't mean it that way. It's just that I can't be there with you because of the tension between us and Sandavol. He'd spot the trap in seconds if I was to show up there."

"I thought of that," Marcus says. "We do have one guy he'd never think twice about seeing and you can trust him."

Skeptical, Bellemy raises his brow, not letting go of me. "Besides you two and Rowan, who would I trust with my wife's life?"

Marcus whistles and in walks a familiar face. They can't be serious. "That would be me," Mateo announces, beaming in satisfaction.

Belle and I share a look of disbelief. It's not that I need saving or protection, but the thought of the youngest Perez as back up makes my head spin. He's not very reliable. Bellemy jeers as I break into high-strung merriment; both of us are appealing with trembling heads.

"I wouldn't trust you with a goldfish, let alone a human life!" Bellemy grumbles.

"Oh, that cuts deep, bro! "

"Oh the fuck well, you're higher than the stars right now and you expect me to send the most important person in my life into the line of fire with only you to protect her?"

Mateo moans as if his brother is overreacting. "Yeah, damn. I'll sober up before we get there."

"Nope, this isn't gonna happen. Find someone else." Bellemy drops my hands and tries to walk out, but Leeland seizes his arm. He's panicked and desperate, but not angry, so I let him speak without getting upset for his sudden actions against my husband. "Belle, please! This is Kelsey! She's my family!"

They stare off for a moment and Bellemy's harden features slack for just a bit before his ambers bounce to me. "And she is mine. I can't gamble with her to save others! I've gone through great lengths to keep her safe. If I do allow this, it could cost me everything and I refuse to do that. I love Kelsey and I swear that we'll bring her home, but not at the risk of Nevaeh."

I gently put my hand on his shoulder. "Bellemy, let me-"

Bellemy jerks away from me. "Stop, I said no!"

Walking from the room, chomping on his knuckles, Belle slams the door. I want to chase him and demand that he let this happen, but I know he's made up his mind and since we are so much alike, there won't be any changing the outcome.

Marcus pats his friend on the back. " I'll find someone else, Lee. We'll get her home."

Leeland frowns. "I know. The question is will she come home her sweet self or a broken version of an innocent child? Will she walk through the door or will the next time I set eyes on my niece be when I take my sister to identify her body?"

A tear rolls down my cheek and I can't stop the words from leaving my mouth a second time. " I'll do it!"

Leeland and Marcus shout at the same time, peering at me like I'm a fool. "What?"

"I'll go to Dallas. I want to bring her home! If that leads us to everyone and who's behind this, I want to help."

"But Belle said-" I hold up my hand to make Marcus shut up.

"I don't care. I've made it clear that he doesn't get to make my choices. I would love to bow down to his command on this one because I know he's scared. Hell, I'm terrified, but we need to do something. These people need to come home."

Marcus and Leeland gawk at each other while Mateo trots up to me and tosses his arm around my shoulders. "You know, I think you and I are gonna get along just fine."

"Touch me again, I'll chop off your hands." I shrug his arm down and move closer to our allies. "So?"

Marcus groans. "Belle is going to kill all of us."

" Probably, but it will benefit everyone if you bring me back unharmed."

"Thank you, Mrs. Perez," Lee says, pulling me into a hug. "I'll make damn sure you're covered. Nothing will happen to you."

"Just call me Nevaeh please and for your safety, I sure the hell hope so."

"Oh, Lovely, you're gonna be the death of us all...and," Marcus grins really big, cupping my cheeks. "I love it. Go get ready. Pecaminoso is a downright raunchy club, hence the name. You gotta look the part and play it to a tee. Marco isn't a fool. So that means anything that shows your body off in a dirty way that will turn heads."

"I think I got this," I laugh.

"What are we gonna do about Bellemy And Rowan?" Mateo asks a good question.

"We can handle Rowan. Belle is on you, Nevaeh." Leeland informs.

I smile nervously and leave the room, trying to figure out how to play this out. I've got a plan, but I know my husband is going to be pissed. I can't help it. I have to assist Leeland. My mind has been stuck on these people since the first day I learned of their abductions. If I can stop it, I have to try.

I retrieve a utensil to help me before going and knocking on Belle's door. Inside, I find him by the mini-bar with his black sleeves rolled up and his hair disheveled. I step up to him and grin.

"Don't do that," He whimpers.

"Do what?"

"Smile as if you're not upset with me. Honesty, remember?"

I tilt my head, shaking it lightly. " I'm not mad at you. I get it. You want me safe."

"I do, Mi luz. These past few weeks have been incredible and I don't want to lose it."

"Me neither," Forcing a simper, I touch his cheek.

I feel awful for what's about to come, but it needs to be done. He's made it clear that there will be no wiggle room for me to help Leeland. I lean in and kiss him, wrapping a silk scarf around his neck as I do it.

He pulls back and grins."What's up with that?"

"You'll find out. But first, let's take a shower."

"Together?" He snickers in excitement.

"Mhm, I mean, we've done other stuff, why not keep moving forward? Plus, I can see you need something to relieve the stress."

He flicks the tip of the cloth around his neck. "And the scarf?"

"I said you'll see." Kissing him deeply, I let our tongues flirt as I feel him grow against my body. My fingers work to unfasten the buttons on his shirt. Once I have him in his skivvies, I grant him permission to remove my clothes. Heat burns into my sides as the tip of his hands graze my skin when he lifts my blouse over my head. He drinks in my body, while he wraps the scarf on me the same way I had him and blushes.

"Are you okay?" I ask when he pauses.

" I..eer..I'm good," He states questionably.

" Are you really? Your hands are shaking."

He closes his eyes and pierces his lips, groaning behind them. "I'm nervous as hell. I've never been like this before and I'm not sure what to make of it."

I can't help the giggle that leaves me. "That's okay. We're new to each other still. Your anxiety just proves to me how much I mean to you."

I reach around and unsnap my bra, slowly sliding the straps down my arms. He captures my lips again and nips, making me moan in delight. It stings in the best way possible. I love the way it feels to have our bare chests connected. He's Like a heating blanket in the dead of winter. Because of the emotions trampling through me, I have to remind myself why I'm about to wipe such passion all away. I take his hand and walk backward to his bathroom.

It's huge. There are his-her sinks with their own mirrors and cabinets everywhere. The walls are an oatmeal color with a few metal flowers on them. What catches my eye the most is that the shower is all stone except for a small window that overlooks the garden tub.

I point to it. "Why?"

"I don't want to tell you," Belle says, guiding his ambers to his feet.

"But I wanna know," I tell him, wiggling his arm. 

He lifts his head and locks eyes on me for a long time before rolling them. "If you insist."

I'm cheesing like a fool now because his entire glory is bloodshot in embarrassment. I have to know now. "I most definitely do."

"I don't like baths so I rarely use it, but I do, however, appreciate watching women bathe. It's there to let me enjoy myself a little more. I used to milk every last ounce of fun out of my one-night stands."

" Okay...that's not creepy at all."I jokingly step away from him, earning a weak chuckle.

"I know it sounds that way, but it's not. I just like how peaceful a lady can get as she washes away the impurities of her day. Most of the women I brought home were broken. They struggled day to day and honestly, they hated themselves. It's terrible that those were the women I sought, but as I've said, before you, I was on the verge of being my father. I didn't want anyone strong who could threaten my behavior."

He sucks in a deep breath, staring at the tub. "Anyways, every woman who I spent time with got half an hour in that tub, just to breathe and feel like a goddess with someone to admire her before I sent her on her way."

Even when he felt like he was turning into Victor, he had a softness about him that man never will. "That doesn't make me believe you were anything like your father, Belle."

"I guess not, but that was the past," His frown turns upside down. "Right now, the only goddess I want to adore is you."

" Then, whatcha waiting for?" I ask, getting goosebumps when he strides close. He moistens his lips and chuckles, pulling the scarf off and into the floor. He guides me back while kissing my neck.

"That is the ultimate question, isn't it?" Pressing my body against the tile of the shower, he flips on the water, making me laugh because I haven't taken my thong off.

"impatient?"

" You know I am. I've waited long enough."

My backside is smashed against the crisp, slick shower wall as my front is simmering with pure desire. I'm more than ready to let Bellemy take all of me. However, not this way, not when I'm using his hunger for me as a way to defy him. So I reverse our roles and shove him under the showerhead.

"Don't move, " I order, reaching my arm out as I kneel, snagging the yellow scarf from the floor before standing up and kissing him.

"Oh, so now I get to learn what plans you have for that?"

I have to force a grin. "Mhm. Arms up."

He's completely willing as I use it to restrain his hands to the pipe of the showerhead. The sight of him vulnerable turns me on even more. I adore the sensations I endure while making demands of a big, sexy man. It just gives me a bit of a natural high. Most men seem to enjoy it so that's always a plus.

"How did I know you were a dominatrix?" His question makes me giggle.

I pull the scarf tight and fast, leaving no slack." Because I don't take your bullshit."

He laughs, stopping short as I lick down his chiseled chest until I'm on my knees. I take the tip of his dick in my mouth and start to tease with tantalizing circles. His body reacts to my touch, driving him to relax and enjoy my affections. Peering up at him, I smile because I can see how much he's relishing me. After a short time, I feel him throb between my lips and I move my head faster while pumping my hand. Then, he jerks and grunts. I release him and skid my wet breasts against his flushed body, stealing his breath when our mouths connect.

"My lord, you have to untie me so I can return the favor," He croaks into my mouth.

I frown because our moment is about to burn away as fast and hard as he just did.

~Bellemy~

I see there is something bothering my wife so I furrow my brows. She was rather happy before and brought me a much-needed release. Is she not ready to allow me to touch her in the same way? That couldn't be it since we had our fun in the SUV. I can't make any sense of her mood shift so I figure it's best to simply ask. "What is it?"

Peering under water droplets and wet lashes, she takes her hair into her mouth, telling me she's nervous about something."Don't hate me."

"What? Why would I?"

Nevaeh sidesteps out of the shower and wiggles out of her soaked underwear. Then, wraps a large blue towel around herself after taking it off the rod on the wall. "I'll call someone to let you down in an hour!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" To say I'm confused would be an understatement. Her swollen lips recede into her mouth and I follow her vision to my hands, realizing what she meant. "You're not leaving me here, Nevaeh! That's Not how I like to play!"

"I have to! You won't let me help Leeland!" She whines."I need to do whatever I can to bring Kelsey and the others home!"

Understanding where she's going with this, fear amps up a fight, enticing me to struggle against the restraints. It's pointless. I can't budge at all. Damn it. How the hell can someone so little make a knot so fucking tight?

"You better fucking untie me, right now!" I yell.

She rushes back to me and takes my cheeks in her hands. "I can't! I just need a little time to get a headstart. I'll be fine, so don't worry!"

"You're putting a target on your back, Mi Luz!"

She scoffs at my argument. "I was born with one already there! I know you're scared to lose me but so are every one of those people who are spending their sanity on wondering if their loved ones are ever coming home!"

I growl at her, jerking my face away. "And I plan to remedy that ache, but not at the expense of your life!"

"That's not your choice!"

I grumble, twisting my hands, praying for just enough slack to get free. Still, not even an inch of wiggle room. "Mother fucker, where did you learn to tie knots like this?"

She bounces her shoulders. "YouTube. I like to excel in all things, even bondage. I'm definitely an ambitious woman with a sprinkle of naughty."

I have to fight a laugh because she simply doesn't give a rat's ass. There is no shame in her words or on her face. "Fine, you win. I'll allow it, but you're not going without me!"

She huffs and crosses her arms."I'm not a damn moron, honey."

"You don't trust me?"

"In this case, nope." Turning her back on me, I get more desperate to stop her from putting herself in a dangerous position.

I spin my body and try to use my feet as leverage to push off the wall, maybe even break the showerhead, but the damn thing is solid. I hear the door shut and just fill up with rage. "Nevaeh, get your ass back here!" She doesn't answer so I start hollering for my bodyguard.

~Nevaeh~

"Rowan," Belle's rageful voice echoes through the hall. "Rowan, get the fuck in here!"

I feel horrendous for leaving my husband hanging that way. At least I gave him a little joy before pissing him off. As I'm jogging away from his noise, keeping ahold of my towel, Zolia holds a hand up, making me stop in front of her.

"¿El señor Pérez está bien?" (Is mister Perez okay?)

"Sí, solo nos estamos divirtiendo. Ignoralo.Lo decepcionaré cuando piense que ya hatenido suficiente." (Yes, we're just having some fun. Ignore him. I'll let him down when I think he's had enough. )

Again, Bellemy's anger booms around us. "You bald bastard, now or you're fired!"

"Eso no suena divertido." (That doesn't sound like fun.)

"Oh, lo sé, pero se lo merece. Si vas a lacocina y te pones unos auriculares, te daréun bono dulce en tu próximo cheque." (Oh, I know, but he deserves it. If you go into the kitchen and put on some headphones, I'll give you a sweet ass bonus on your next check. )

Zolia looks back and forth between me and the door before she nods and walks towards the stairs, shaking her head and mumbling under her breath. A sigh of relief escapes and I hurry into my room to get dressed. I find a pretty revealing dress to fit the bill I was given.

It's practically nothing but a thick design of roses and leaves that go over all the sacred spots, leaving everything else to be seen with a thin layer of white sheer. Then, I grab a short black wig cut into a bob with bangs.

I may not agree with Belle's need to coddle me, but I hope that this will show him I respect his wishes, even if it's just a mild comfort. Once I'm ready, I pause and take in my look. I feel trampy, but that's the entire idea.