Dieter's driver relayed the exact position for the ransom pickup point. The dark alley was under observation as the only visitor was photographed on his way back to his car and then discretely followed across town to a deserted industrial estate. Two figures dressed in black, crept closer to the only occupied unit, their weapons drawn. One entered the unit with his partner providing cover to be surprised that the teenager was handcuffing their prey. His gin vanished and his balaclava was removed. The lead recognised the young man and softly introduced himself, his hands in view, empty, spread wide with no possible threat, "Aleksandr, we have come to apprehend your abductor. I am Tony and my friend outside is Gianni. We work for a friend of Herr Sprintz. We have a car. If you want we can take you to the villa rented by Herr Sprintz or I can give you the address. I am happy to help now you have done our job and overpowered the man we were sent to bring in for questioning."
Alex processed this change of events, taking in the very unofficial rescue party. Alex guessed loosing 10% of the ransom as a reward to some very stealthy professionally was better than handing it all over with no guarantee of the hostage making it out alive now the critical 24 hour period had passed. "Thanks. I guess you guys are taking care if everything here. I need a decent meal, a bath and another holiday to get over this one." Dieter had also skilfully outplaying this fool. Not surprising, you did not make billions by being a stickler for rules. He quelled his urgent need to call his papa, for proof everyone at home was fine. He bit his lip and did not ask to borrow a phone, knowing he needed to confer with Dieter over events and get their stories straight. Never lying outright, just minimising facts to a more believable scenario of having spent two days in bed eating bland food for the listener to assume a stomach bug not an abduction for ransom scenario. No missing fingers or ears to explain away. Thank you Skype for making no mutilations necessary.
The team leader was stern, highly trained and clued up professional mating note of the details. Tony watched the kid sat beside him, who had taken out an ex-paratrooper with a black ops background. This kid was obviously SPETZNAS trained, possibly even a full FSB operative. Dieter had known the kid could handle himself, more worried about upsetting the boss than the joker who was out for an easy payday. There was no traffic as they drove out of Naples, happy with the knowledge Gianni would have the joy of cleaning up and delivering their guest to his new accommodations for his re-education in manners and etiquette. Nothing as distasteful as murder, but it was certain the would be millionaire would probably never walk unassisted again.
The car journey was in silence. Alex memorised the route to a different villa. The comfort of owning a own villa was in the past for the Sprintz's. Maybe temporary, but Jamie was grown up and the kidnapping was the spur to change ingrained habits. From the main highway, to a steep side road and then through a sharp turn into a recessed access. The gate slid closed behind them, cameras recording all visitors and deliveries. Steep terrain to deter trespassers. The drive and the house were brightly lit up, automatically as the gate was opened, suggesting a system of sophisticated timers, security lights and motion detectors. The driver did not stop, just turned around to return to complete his task back in Naples.
Alex was bone tried, filthy and ravenously hungry as he walked up to the door, before reaching the threshold, Jamie flung open the door and hugged him. His lover looking equally as tired and smelling as funky. This kiss was awful and wonderful, as dental hygiene was an issue. Alex was the first to break intimate contact, knowing Dieter was watching and he could not help but blush in embarrassment.
Dieter looked at the visibly exhausted boy, dying up the bruises and abrasions on his face and arms. "Come inside, we have soup and tea ready. Maria made her hearty lentil soup especially for you. You look half starved."
Alex smiled as he held his boyfriend's hand in a sure and firm grip, "Yeah, lets eat. Then a shower and then a bath, for you too, Jamie. Days without washing is too rank for words."
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The rental was over the top luxurious, with Carrara marble in abundance matched with gold leaf adorned baroque decoration. Jamie had yet to sleep in his assigned room and the bathroom had a view out to sea. Alex opened the doors onto the sun deck and ran the bath with the sea breeze wafting in and the stars on view as he lit candles and switched off the overhead light. Carefully bagging his clothes. He would never wear them again. His ceramic lock picks already safe on the left hand side of the bed. A secret birthday present for the President himself, who had been a spy in the early eighties, when the Cold War made Berlin a silent battleground. He then showered off the days of sweat and grime, before joining Jamie in the large tub. His boyfriend had showered, while the starved returning hero had eaten his soup and drunk four cups of tea. Telling Maria in detail about the mid 19th century antique tea glasses he had bought for Ola at New Year. Sold for the scrap silver value, as they were English not Russian made. He'd been babbling, nervous as each spoonful imbibed was watched by both his boyfriend's father and the eager housekeeper, mothering her charges 24/7 since his abduction.
The warm water soothed his tired body as much as his full belly. Too tired to even contemplate makeup sex. "Darling Jamie, it's 3AM and I'm completely and utterly knackered. So, we go to bed and sleep, but whoever wakes first blows the other. I can't guarantee it will be me this time, cause I need eight good hours and I can't seem to sleep peacefully alone anymore."
Jamie kissed Alex on the neck. "It's been awful alone, crippled with worry. Let's find out if the bed is as fabulous as it looks. I bet it will be past noon before anyone wakes today. Dad was tempted to start smoking again yesterday."
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Dieter knocked gently on the door of his son's bedroom at 10AM, to announce the arrival of the doctor to examine their guest for injuries and psychological trauma. It was Alex who opened the door holding a pillow to mask his nakedness. "Morning, Dieter. I didn't know where my stuff is, otherwise I'd not have been in my birthday suit."
"Sorry to wake you, but I have arranged for a doctor to make sure you're OK. Dr. Sincella will be here in a minute. I'll go get you a robe from my room."
Sitting in the drawing room, feeling chilled to his bones, Alex sipped his tea and grimaced as any habitual tea drinker did when served a less than perfect brew. In walked a petite woman in her mid thirties with expertly dyed blond hair and wearing a pair of Chanel sunglasses and carrying a large case. It opened to reveal a tightly packed well ordered set of instruments and medical supplies. She put her shades down and pulled on gloves and an apron to protect her designer dress. She handed Alex a gown. " good morning Sasha, the gown is for the illusion of modesty, do not tie it at the back. This will be a full medical. Your father is bringing the scales from his bathroom. Please stand by the wall and I will measure your height to start. I guess you are 1.78m?"
Alex nodded, wondering about this American woman with the air of a top consultant and not correcting her assumption Dieter was his dad.
She turned around as her patient pulled off the robe and put on the brightly patterned hospital issue gown. "I am a paediatric consultant, I work in the American Hospital in Naples and I trained at John Hopkins Hospital in America. I am also a cousin of Maria. So let's confirm your details, I have your date of birth as June 13th 1987, Los Angeles. Appendicitis three and a half years ago. No complications. Until recently you have been seeing a therapist regularly. Keep that up, you may think your OK about your adventure. Best to have a belt and braces approach to mental health. Eat well, regular exercise and talk about what happened to your family, your friends and the therapist." With a tape, she measured his height and wrote down the results. Dieter knocked on the door and left the scales.
Alex kept to one word answers as she made note of every bruise and scrape from his unexpected adventure. Better word than ordeal, abduction or kidnapping; though it was a shit poor experience all round. The final torture was when a full set of blood and urine samples was needed. The gown was a gift and the woman went to talk over her fees with Dieter and Alex went upstairs back to bed, hoping for another several hours sleep.
Jamie shifted to hug him as he lay back down, "No blowjobs yet, lets get some more sleep."
Alex did not argue, just enjoyed the breeze through the drawn curtains. Falling asleep listening to his lovers heart beat.