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Chapter 2

Francis studied his friend over the rim of his wine glass. Antonio was sitting on the couch he had laid Belle on and had barely taken his eyes off the little runaway for the past 10 minutes. Francis had been surprised to hear that Belle had attempted to run; especially since it was plainly obvious she loved the Spaniard deeply. Then again, their relationships had a few complications most couples didn't have to deal with.

Having a crime lord for a boyfriend wasn't easy.

"Hey, Francis? Shouldn't she have woken up by now?"

Francis set his glass down, moving across the small space between his white leather seat to the couch, both which tastefully matched the interior design of the jet. Kneeling on one knee, he felt for her pulse, made sure she was breathing correctly and checked her temperature.

"Hmm, I'm no doctor but I think she is fine. She will most likely wake soon."

Antonio sighed, and then moved her head so his lap acted as a pillow. Belle mumbled in her sleep at the movement and shifted around till her nose was buried in Antonio's stomach. She breathed a deep sigh, and then drifted off again.

Antonio ran his fingers through her hair. He had missed the soft, messy golden locks. He had not slept a full night since she had left. Whenever he wasn't looking for her he was brooding, thinking of ways to get her back to him as soon as possible, unable to fall asleep until pure exhaustion took him out. Even his dreams were full of her when he had them.

But now she was back where she belonged and he could relax for the moment.

"Pour me a glass por favor, Amigo?"

Sure enough Belle woke fifteen minutes later to find the two best friends sipping wine and catching up. She hoped they hadn't noticed she was conscious so she could avoid directly facing Antonio.

"Ah! The sleeping beauty awakes, how are you feeling?"

Francis just had to be notice, didn't he?

Sitting up she suddenly realized something very important has missing. "Why am I not wearing any underwear?"

Antonio answered in a cheerful tone, "Lovi was screaming at me to leave Kirkland's turf and you were only in a bath towel. I didn't have time to grab anything else. Which reminds me," He hauled her into his lap so she straddled him. Locking his arms around her waist his smile was still in place but his tone held traces of anger, "I heard from a little bird that you kissed Kirkland while at his house making plans for a trip to America over tea. He made it rather difficult to find you Belle, and I do not appreciate him helping my girl try to hide from me."

Belle squirmed uncomfortably in his lap trying to get up but Antonio wasn't budging. Thankfully, Francis came to her rescue this time. "Antonio, maybe you should save this talk for somewhere more private? We will be landing in five minutes."

Antonio glared at his friend, but didn't question further. But he refused to let her off his lap until they landed, locking his arms tight. Walking out of the jet she wasn't surprised to see Romano standing there in an expensive Italian suit and matching hat that made him look like the classic mafia leader he was. Lovino was too hot-tempered to ever try to hide who he really was, so blending in was pointless.

"Lovi!" She squealed, moving quickly to hug the flustered Italian. Sputtering curses and blushing he returned the hug before ushering them all into the black limo and shutting the door. After telling his driver through the phone to drop them off at Antonio's, Romano snapped his attention to screaming at the source of his stress for the last few months.

"You nasty disgusting bastard of a pervert! Treating a lady like that and then you wonder why she was trying to leave your stupid ass?"

Antonio sighed with impatience. He was not in the mood to deal with his bad tempered cousin right now. "I had to get out quickly Lovi, I couldn't wait for her to get dressed. Besides, it's not like I haven't seen her naked before." He said all this so nonchalant like it was nothing.

Belle was red with embarrassment. She moved closer to Lovino. She really wanted to yell at Antonio for that comment but she was trying to avoid talking to him at all costs. Besides, Romano was doing a fantastic job for her right now, while letting her hide her face in his shoulder, and rubbing her back in comfort. Whatever would she do without her little Italian?

Tuning out the others, Belle turned to Francis and they chatted about little things like truffle recipes and how his modeling had been going when the subject turned to where she had been the last couple months. Antonio and Lovino quickly turned their attention to them and Belle clammed up. Grabbing Francis's phone she typed a quick message before handing it back to him.

Scanning it, he deleted the message just as Antonio grabbed the phone out of his hand. With a grin Francis gently took back his phone, "Before you ask mon ami, I will not tell you a thing. Belle will tell you if she wants you to know. Besides I agree with Lovi, your grandfather taught you how to treat a lady much better than that." Antonio's scowl almost beat out Lovino's. Belle refused to meet his glare that he directed at her, demanding an answer.

The rest of the ride was silent as Antonio continued to glare at her and she continued to ignore him. The driver opened the door and they all stepped out in front of Antonio's large home. Belle looked hopelessly at the ten foot brick wall the surrounded the property and the wrought iron gates that sealed the place from unwanted eyes. After her stunt there was no way Antonio would even consider letting her past those gates.

They all walked into the living room while Belle made a beeline up the stairs to change. She walked into the bedroom she and Antonio shared and locked it behind her. Finally, a moment alone! Flopping down onto the bed that had been dearly missed she screamed her frustration into the mattress. Laying there for a few minutes she eventually drifted to sleep. She was more tired than before Antonio had drugged her.

Belle woke thirty minutes later with a gasp and scrambled out of the bed. Quickly throwing on underwear and a bra she raced downstairs. She needed Francis or Lovino to stick around for a while so she wasn't alone with Antonio. Racing by a window she backtracked to see Francis and Lovino climbing in the limo and Antonio waving goodbye. Swearing, she rushed back to her room intending to lock herself in for the night but in her panic took several wrong turns in the big house before making it to the door.

Lady Luck was not on her side today she reckoned as she sprinted around the corner and in her haste ran right into the very thing she was trying to avoid. Who happened to be waiting for her in front of the doors that led to their bedroom.

Turning around in mid sprint she dashed down the hall with Antonio hot on her heels. She reached the one of the many guest bedrooms and grabbed the handle, shutting the door directly behind her. Antonio collided with the solid wood and heard the lock click in place.

"Belle! Open this door right now!" Antonio yelled as he pressed his ear to the door. A muffed "No, you stupid jerk!" was heard.

He sighed, in a low voice he called out her nickname, "Belgica, please come out." He waited a minute in silence before the lock clicked and the door opened to reveal his upset girlfriend. Without a word spoken from either of them Antonio hugged her. She buried her face in his shoulder while wrapping her arms around his neck. He picked her up and carried her to their room. Placing her on the bed he shed his shirt before joining her.

Antonio just held her while stroking her hair out of her face. He knew she wasn't ready to talk and pushing it would just mean waiting even longer for her to tell him why she sent him on a wild goose chase all over Europe looking for her.

With a loud yawn he drifted off to sleep, weeks of sleepless nights catching up to him. After a quick nap she will have calmed down and he could ask her again. Just a quick nap….