She's My Girl: World Tour

Try Me

POV: Natilie

"If we do this exactly the way I say, we will be fine. Got it girls?" Mike asked us.

"Got it." We all said in sync.

"Get in your lines. Boys, surround them." Mike ordered the extra back up he called in.

You are probably wondering why we are so high on security right now. About thirty minutes ago, on our way to the venue in Phoenix, Arizona we were swarmed and Mike was left pushing hundreds of teenagers while herding us back into the hotel, and then locking the door after getting help from Michelle and Dinah to push them closed. Everyone else was sobbing other than me. Confrontation is my life. I'm used to it. Emilio and Diego on the other hand, not so much. It took close to a hour to calm Lio down and Diego was the first back in the hotel. He basically said 'fuck this shit I'm out' and left everyone.

"Keep it tight and follow me." Mike led the way out the hotel doors and started to plow through the girls like wheat in a field.

"It's okay, bubs. It's okay. As long as you're with me we are okay." Lauren cooed to Emilio who was visibly shaking in her arms. Diego was tugging on his leash, but with one good tug he got his act together.

"Mike, I'm scared." Camila was holding onto the back of Michelle's shirt who was the leader in one line, and Dinah was the leader of the other. Mike wasn't playing after that. He asked for back up and didn't get it.

"It's going to be okay." Mike struggled out and continued to push through them. "Keep it tight boys!" He yelled to the other guards who were surrounding us.

"Fuck!" I yelled when the back of my shirt got pulled on by a fan.

"Natilie!" The fan who had a death grip on the back of my shirt yelling my name.

One of the guards pried her hand off of my shirt as we kept moving.

"God damn." I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Everyone in the building as quickly as possible." Mike waved us in and we all stayed in line through the doors till we got inside and spread out.

Emilio was having a full on panic attack in Lauren's arms.

"Hey, it's okay Guapo. It's okay." Lauren hushed our son and looked to me.

"We will be back. We've gotta calm him down." I excused Lauren and I and we made our way into a random bathroom.

"Hey, it's okay. No worries. Everything is okay." Lauren cooed to Emilio.

"I'm fine now. Just don't want to go outside." Emilio mumbled into my wife's neck.

"Okay Guapo. We don't have to go outside any time soon. I promise." I rubbed his back.

"Hello ladies." A guy walked into the bathroom.

"Although I don't discriminate, this is the woman's bathroom. If you're transgender I apologize for not realizing, but I have a feeling you aren't." I looked the guy up and down to see a badge on him.

"I work here. I have to clean the bathroom." He gave us a smile.

"That would be a challenge without cleaning supplies." Lauren became skeptical as well.

"Oh, it would, wouldn't it?" He acted as if he didn't realize it.

Lauren and I gave each other a brief look.

"Probably should go get them." He went towards the door, but instead of leaving he locked it and turned around to us.

"Fuck." I muttered. I quickly texted Mike.

Me: 'Guy in bathroom. Locked door. Help.'

"Stay behind me with Emilio." I gently ushered Lauren behind me and she held onto Lio tightly. She knows I'm the better fighter out of the two of us.

"Alright ladies. Let's make a deal." The guy walked back over to us and rubbed his hands together. "Give me Emilio and I'll leave you two unharmed. I've got someone wanting him very badly and will give a lot of money for whoever will get him for them."

"Over my dead body." I gritted my teeth together.

"Open up you bastard!" Mike yelled from the other side of the heavy bathroom door before kicking it, I assume.

"Give me Emilio before both of you die and I get him anyways." They guy pulled a knife out of his pocket.

"I've been shot twice, kidnapped, and given birth. Do you really think that knife scares me?" I raised my eyebrows at him as he held onto the small knife tighter.

"Last chance." He growled at us.

"Try me." I taunted him and got into a slight stance.

Emilio started crying from the loud banging, and when the door caved in some, the guy panicked and ran at us.

He easily tackled me, but I couldn't move out of the way and let him get to my wife and son. Hell no.

I fought him for the knife the best I could until Lauren kicked it out of his hands with Emilio still in her arms.

Somehow, I don't know how, I rolled us over and punched the guy in the jaw. A pop rang out and soon after Mike had kicked the heavy door in and lightly pushed me off, dealt more damage, cuffed him, and literally dragged him out of the bathroom.

Camila and Liza came in after Mike left with the guy.

"Nat, your hand is bleeding." Camila looked at my hand.

I lifted it up and saw my knuckles bleeding pretty good.

"She clocked the guy in the jaw. That's why. Run it under the sink, love." Lauren stood right beside me the whole time after helping me up with her free arm. She had Emilio's head tucked in her neck for most of it, so he was already calming down. He didn't see much.

"That's my girl." Liza patted my back and helped me wrap it in some paper towels till we could get to a first aid kit and properly address it.

"The guy said that someone wants Emilio. That someone is willing to pay a lot of money to get him." I mumbled and looked at myself in the mirror.

"What do you mean?" Liza asked me with furrowed eyebrows.

"He said that someone wants Emilio. Someone is willing to pay a shit ton of money to get my son. We are on a world tour and someone wants my son." I spoke through gritted teeth. "Whenever the police gets here tell them I'll talk to them when I get out of the shower. I rolled around on a dirty bathroom floor, my hand is bleeding, and I need to think."

"Okay, we'll be in the dressing rooms waiting for you if the police don't stop you on the way back to us." Camila assured me.

"Do you want me to stay with you? I can sit outside of the shower and wait for you." Lauren asked me with worry written all over her face.

"No, you need to answer as many questions as you can and stay with Emilio. I don't want any security that we don't know personally around him. I don't need a rat." With that I kissed my wife's cheek and left the bathroom.

"Try and take my son. See what happens. I'll find you, and I will kill you." I whispered to no one on my way to the dressing room to get a spare set of clothes.

Michelle and Daisy looked at me with worry and pity, but didn't speak a word. They know that if I wanted to talk, I would've.