Drakos

My eyes sizzled 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 Asche, 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 obviously. 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 after 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 his 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.

Asche

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 flooded 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. Dick Almighty, concealing me and my unexpected pregnancy.

Asche
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We stared at the at-home pregnancy test. He was shocked but my level of astonishment was simmered down to fifty percent from its original one-hundred percent.

"Asche, what are you?" Kirk broke the silence.

I snapped irritated eyes on him. "I'm a normal ass human like you, what the fuck else?"

"Doesn't seem so. Men don't just fall pregnant."

"Of course fucking not! Kirk, you're not helping right now." I glared at the blonde-haired man whose eyes settled on me with intrigue.

I snatched the test from off of the sink countertop and walked out of the bathroom. Kirk followed behind, with a parade of questions.

"Is it the red-eyed man? He seems strange. Otherworldly."

I slowly turned and he almost bumped into me. "You think? His cock almost murdered me!"

An amused grin spread across his lips. "Interesting. I wouldn't have guessed that. There's no wonder you got impregnated."

"Kirk, honestly, I don't want to think about it. It was a horrible experience. I thought he tore my ass open, and the amount of juice that he let out in me was fucking unbelievable. Urgh, if he was here, I'd have my hands around his throat." I squeezed my hands together indicating a strangling gesture.

Kirk burst out laughing and smacked a hand on my shoulder, trying to compose himself. But the man was outright cackling in my face. I slapped him on the head and shoved him from me, feeling annoyed by his presence. Kirk found my situation amusing. Oh, great. Just then, nausea suddenly rose up out of nowhere and I couldn't hold back what gushed out of my mouth.

Blood.

Kirk came rushing to my side, his face was stricken with fear. Something was obviously wrong.

"Asche!" He held me as I hunched over and emptied my guts.

"Gina!" He called out to his housemaid and she came scurrying in, pausing in fright at the sight.

"Call the air medic now!"

She nodded vigorously and dashed out of the room.

I did not know what was happening to me, but I knew this, I was afraid to die.

Drakos

I sat in my office, sulking.

I came up with nothing in regards to his whereabouts. Falcon was probably home fucking his life away and I did not want to face Felicia. She'd most likely shove a lot of unwanted shit in my face.

So, loneliness was much welcomed. I leaned back and sighed, thinking back on our sexual encounter. He was amazing. Simply amazing, all that I've waited for. But all that glitters isn't gold. Beauty is dangerous. A dangerous weapon used to hurt and destroy many. And Asche used that to his advantage. Such a cunning man. Who raised him? Well, he was not wise enough to realize who and what he was up against. I smiled at that and tented my fingers together, deep in thought. If he's pregnant, he'll be most likely devasted. A pregnancy will ruin his plans of prostitution, that is, if he has morals.

If he did, thank goodness because I do not want any other man touching what's mine and nourishing what's mine. I'll do the nourishing as soon as I'm able to find him.

The loud piercing sound of my telephone ringing tugged me from my thoughts and my eyes zeroed in on it. I grabbed the receiver and answered. "Drakos Armander."

"It's Kirk."

I sat up suddenly and gripped the receiver tighter, snarling, "Where is he, asshole?"

"Now, now. Let's not get hostile. You'd better tune that attitude of yours before I hang up this phone." He chided.

I gritted my teeth and fell silent, fuming. This fucker. I swallowed my pride and said with a more subtle approach, "What is it?"

"Asche is sick. He's vomiting blood and he's pale. What did you do to him?" He said accusingly.

My heartbeat quickened. "Vomiting?" Did the pregnancy have an adverse effect on his body? He's human after all.

"Let me see him. I can determine what's wrong if I'm there to examine him." I pressed, getting up from my chair and gathering my keys and documents from the desk.

"I don't trust you." He said frankly.

"I'm the one who impregnated him, there's no one else who can determine the cause. Tell me where you are, now!" Smoke fumed from my nostrils and my eyes went a deeper shade of red.

"Alright, calm down! You're very persistent, and tempermental. Damn. We're in The Bahamas, on the island of Eleuthera. When you land, I'll arrange for my private yacht to come and collect you."

"You'd better not be telling lies or I'll burn you to ash." I threatened.

"Ooh, I'm shaking," He mocked. "Just get your ass here and fix this mess you've made."

"Don't worry I'll be there before you get a chance to blink." I said sarcastically, ending the call.

I then dialed Falcon's number. When he answered I said immediately, "Pack your stuff. We're going on a trip. No dillydallying, get your ass up now!"

After that, I didn't wait for his response and ended the call, leaving my office in a hurry.

Asche

Kirk stared at me with worried eyes.

"Am I dying Kirk?" I asked weakly.

"No, Darling. You will be alright. Help is coming. Just lie down and rest, you need to keep your strength." He gently cupped my cheek.

"I'm thirsty, " I complained, turning my cheek in his palm. "Can you get me some water?"

"Sure, I'll be back." He strode off to retrieve the glass of water.

My entire body felt weak, my throat was parched and it felt like I was burning all over. Tears stung my eyes and I rolled over and cried from the discomfort. Regret was the only emotion that took over me. I could've avoided this problem by staying away but my ego set me up for the kill. Kirk came back with the glass in his hand, wearing a smile and I frowned at his change of demeanor. I sat up slowly and took the glass from him, placing the glass to my lips with eager gulps.

"There's someone here to see you." He announced and my frown deepened.

"Who?" My voice was hoarse to my ears.

There was no need for him to answer because in stepped my nightmare.