“If you believed that, you wouldn’t have answered the phone withwhat did he do.” Lots. That sub had already done lots. “Let’s start with…he hung up on me.”
Cece’s phone was still sending his location, but seeing it move down the street to Leashes & Lace had not made me any less stressed. “He kidnapped my boy.”
“Only under the technical definition.” Luca sounded like they were debating what stalking meant again. “I’m sure he’s just being helpful.”
“Helping him what? Disobey? Dive headfirst into something he wasn’t ready for? He spelled that out very clearly. He wanted to watch them and was hoping that would help him sort through his thoughts.” Which was understandable given his background. “He’s not answering my call which means he doesn’t have his phone.”
That was kidnapping.
“Fine. I’m coming.” Still sounding dramatic and like he thought I was crazy, Luca seemed to have decided that saving his boy meant he had to get his ass over to that ridiculous company. “I won’t be far behind you.”
“Try again. I’m already parking.” And I was pretty sure I’d managed to dodge all the traffic cameras in the area. “Your boy needs limits.”
And I didn’t mind being the one to give them to him if he didn’t behave like a normal human.
Disconnecting the call before Luca could find another way to justify his boy’s behavior, I turned off the car and climbed out, ignoring Luca as his name flashed on my screen. “You should’ve answered the first time I called.”
Heading around the side of the building, I charged right in and only paused long enough to hear where the noise was coming from.
Upstairs.
“It’s not kidnapping. He walked with us.”
Emerson. I knew that voice.
“You have his phone.”
Hmm…Preston? I hadn’t met him enough to know.
“And he threatened to tell my Master I was naughty.”
And there was my boy.
There were other voices but I followed the loudest ones as I made my way deeper into the building and up the stairs. It seemed like everyone in the fucking company was in the area where they normally did photo shoots because it was packed with everyone from half-naked models to people who looked more like nervous accountants.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I didn’t have to be polite to someone who’d basically stolen my toy.
And my boy didn’t seem to mind because he whipped around and his face lit up as he saw me. “Master!”
As I walked over to him, I wrapped my arms around him and ignored everyone watching us. “I didn’t do it, Master.”
“I know, pretty boy.” Kissing his head, I glared at everyone and immediately made note of the faces that looked appropriately panicked. “I also know who can’t make good decisions.”
The local Doms needed one of those phone trees like my mother had when I was in school, and I was just the person to handle it. I might not be friends with everyone but I’d met enough people through work that I had a good handle on the local scene.
“Staying with my phone seemed like the right decision since that’s got my tracker on it.” He pulled back just enough to pout. “I didn’t think about someone taking it from me. I need to be tracked too.”
“I agree.” That was going to have to move higher up my to-do list. “I didn’t realize how naughty they were.”
I thought mild levels of ridiculous, notkidnapping my sublevels.
If anyone got to do that it was going to be me.
“They are.” He seemed offended and shocked. “But I was good. I didn’t even walk by the building because we decided that wasn’t healthy behavior, but that worried them.”
Good fucking grief.
“Well, you made the right choices and that’s all that matters.” I’d been so focused on my boy that ignoring the dramatic sounds coming from around us was easy until Emerson collapsed to the floor in a dramatic heap. “What else matters is that I tattled toEmerson’s Owner and I’m going to also talk to every Dom I’ve me through work about the behavior of the subs here.”
