Three's Not A Crowd: A Polyamorous BDSM Story (18+)

Unyielding Love

Third Person POV:

"Did he pick up?" Maxwell asked, desperately trying to get in contact with even a single man who was on the mission with Xavier.

"No, there's still no response back" Sylvia said, her voice quivering with worry. She had seen her phone the first thing today morning, and safe to say, she now knew who had called her last night.

Sylvia had immediately dialed back her husband's number, failing to receive to a response.

At that point, she didn't think much of it because Xavier had told her that he might not pick up her phone if he's too busy.

But now, 4 hours later, there was still no response from him. Not even a single message. And well, the fear and guilt were eating her up.

"How the fuck did I miss a phone call from him? I'm so fucking stupid!" she yelled in frustration, throwing her phone on the couch and sitting down with her head in her hands.

Maxwell sat beside her, giving her a side hug. "He's probably just having bad network or something. I'm sure he's fine darling" he reassured her.

"He's not fine Max! He's not fucking fine! Why would he call me at 2 in the morning if he was fine?! He even called you!" she exclaimed, her eyes watery.

Max sighed, cursing himself for keeping his phone on silent last night. "I don't have a good feeling about this Max. I need my husband" Sylvia said in a trembling voice.

Max dialed Anthony's number once again, not knowing who else he could trust right now. But the number went on voice mail for the umpteenth time today.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Ramona, their housekeeper, opened the door, being greeted by an unknown face.

"Can I help you?" she asked. "Can I talk to Sylvia and Maxwell?" he asked back.

"I'm sorry sir. We don't allow strangers in the house" he said.

"I'm not a stranger. I work for the Spanish mafia. I have news about the Spanish don" he exclaimed, trying to convince her.

"Just a minute" Ramona said, closing the door on his face and going back to the worried couple in the living room.

She told him about the man, and Sylvia immediately called him inside. "He could be an enemy ma'am" Ramona said.

Sylvia groaned, irritation rushing through her body. She closed her eyes shut, digging her nails into her palms as she found herself stuck.

Max noticed this, his heart clenching as he watched his wife in such a state. "Doesn't matter. Just bring him in please" he said, prying Sylvia's fists open.

Ramona nodded, allowing the man to come inside. "Give us the news" Max said, not even caring about who this man was.

"The don has been taken Mr. Alvarez" the man said, his gaze on the floor out of respect. "What do you mean taken?" Sylvia asked.

She knew what he meant, but there was sliver of hope in her that maybe, just maybe he meant something else.

"Zoran Aleksa, the Serbian don, he won the battle" the man said, his voice monotone.

"He won the battle, that's fine. But where is my husband!" Sylvia yelled, standing up. "Zoran, he....he took our capo with him" the informer said.

The ground slipped away from under Sylvia's legs. Her last bit of hope crushed. Her guilt doubling by tenfold.

Maybe if she had picked up his phone last night, he wouldn't have been taken.

"Leave" Max said, noticing Sylvia's frozen state. The man nodded, walking away. "Sylvia?" he called softly, standing up and wrapping his arms around her.