Your Majesty

Two

Matthew

I was in bed with Francesca when I got the call.

Francesca got up quickly. She pulled one of my silk button down shirts from the doorknob of my walk in closet and put it on her naked body, before walking out into the hallway. We were the only ones in Casa De Vega at the moment, and I heard her footsteps pad down the hall, towards the kitchen. Francesca was a good girl, she never asked any questions. That's exactly why I kept her around. I hated when anyone questioned my decisions, or anything that I did really. That was how I rose through the mafia ranks so quickly.

I sat back against the black satin pillows and my black cushioned headboard. My heart felt like it might beat through my chest. In the four to five years that I've had this phone, it'd never rang once. As I held it in my hand now, dust rubbed off of it. This phone lived in my nightstand, untouched but always charged, waiting for this moment.

I did my best to calm my nerves before I answered.

"Mi amor, it's about time you called," I said.

"Matt?"

That was all she said. Just my name. Just from her tone and her breathing when she said it, I knew she'd been crying. I sat up straighter, my heart somehow beating faster.

"Are you safe my love? Where are you?" I said.

Just hearing the hesitancy in her voice brought me back to my worst nightmares from when we were together. My worst nightmare was that someone would take her from me, and force me to risk everything I'd worked hard for to save her. It was my worst nightmare because I would put it all on the line for her, even if I wasn't sure I would even make it out alive.

She sniffled softly.

"I'm safe. I'm at the palace. Please, I need you to come pick me up. You're the only one I can trust to do this discreetly."

I had a million questions pop in to my head, but only one mattered right now.

"Did he hurt you?"

Silence.

I sighed. I threw the covers off of me, and walked towards the closet, running my hand through my hair.

"When do you need me to be there?" I asked.

"As soon as you can, please."

I slid on a pair of boxer briefs, and grabbed a pair of jeans from the shelf, all while calculating in my head.

"I can be there in an hour, my love. Don't do anything stupid until I get there, and if your Prince is planning something stupid, you better call it off or tell me now. If I walk into a sting or some other operation, your Prince will die today, mark my words."

Her gasp was audible.

"He doesn't know I'm leaving, please hurry." Her voice was softer now.

"I'm coming baby, I'll pick you up at the gate. Wait for me there, and don't tell a soul. Be as discreet as you can."

"I know, I will. I'll be outside at 3."

She hung up.

I grabbed a white button down long sleeve shirt and slid a pair of black loafers on before exiting the room. I had everything I would need in my car. Weapons, fake ID's, another phone. Everything. I left the burner phone on the nightstand before walking out of my room, and closing the double doors. There was just one more thing I had to take care of before I went to her. I made my way toward the kitchen.

Francesca bit into an apple, eyeing me curiously. I knew why she was looking at me like that, she was looking at me strangely because I was acting strange. At all times, I did my best to restrain myself from showing anyone any emotion. I hated the thought of being vulnerable, especially with a woman that was dispensable to me. Although I would never tell her this, Francesca could die tomorrow and I wouldn't bat an eye. It wouldn't make a dent in my schedule, I already had a replacement for her if ever she stopped seeing me.

At the moment, having s*x with me was basically Francesca's full time job. However, she was never allowed to move in and live here. I was very strict with that. Ever since Natalia left me to go be with her little Prince boy, it'd been impossible to find a woman who satisfied me the way that she did, however Francesca had tried her hardest. I respected that, and I paid her very well for it. But, even when she finally got me to reach my climax, I held back. I never let myself truly let loose, and be vulnerable with any woman, other than Natalia. I could count on one hand the number of times that Francesca had seen me smile, and it was never at her. It would be when I got news that a dangerous or risky mission had been executed perfectly, and she just happened to be there.

So logically, she asked her first question now that she saw me acting out of character for the first time. "Everything alright?" she asked. I finished buttoning my shirt, and checked the time on my watch before looking her in the eyes.

"Yes. You are relieved of your duties, you can go home now, and you are not to return. You know the rules, you are not to speak of anything that happened here to anyone. Follow the rules, and you will receive payment as usual for the next six months, to give you time to find a new, er, hobby." She smirked, and threw the apple in the trashcan. "If you don't follow the rules, you know the consequences as well," I said, wiping any traces of the smile off of my face completely before looking her in the eyes again. "Yes, I know," she said. She moved past me, and opened the front door.

When the doors closed behind her, I knew it was time.

It was time for me to either pull off my biggest mission to date, and rescue my wife, or to make the biggest mistake of my life.