Chapter 332

"Dylan!" Pearl exclaimed as he walked in.

"Man, Scotland is beautiful this time of year. Thanks for inviting me." He said, putting down his bag. "Where are my beautiful godchildren?" He asked. He looked great. His hair was long and he was wearing a jeans and a button up linen shirt. He had started his own music label based out of London and had just signed one of the biggest up and coming hip hop artists in Europe. Two little voices came out from the back room and yelled his name.

"Unca Dywan!" Christian cried as he ran to him.

"I see they still like you better than me." Sebastian said, waking in and smiling. "I did make brilliant children, I mean, you are the better man of the two of us." Sebastian said, patting Dylan on his back. "We've missed you, mate. Glad you could holiday with us."

Sebastian was still so gorgeous, Pearl thought. His dark hair and muscular shoulders drove her mad. His toothy, full lipped smile was something to make ones knees weak at any given point in time. She adored him. He was so easy to love. He was good and kind and hilarious. He had such a sweet and funny personality, yet was sexy and brooding and rugged all the same. He was known and King Sebastian the Stud by the press because of his perfect body and face. When they honeymooned in the Maldives, there were pictures taken of them at the beach, when they were skinny dipping. His round bottom made plenty of front page magazines while they were there making their daughter. He is the perfect man, she thought. And he's all mine.

Dylan picked up little Isla and hugged her. "How is mommy's twin today?" Dylan asked. She giggled. "You look just like your mommy. You are a lucky little girl." Dylan said.

"See, he's perfect." Sebastian said. "Now stop fondling my children and let's go have some fun." He said, picking up his gun case and handing another to Dylan.

"You boys be careful. I don't want you to shoot your eye out." Pearl said.

"Yes mother." Dylan said.

"Call me daddy later?" Sebastian asked, grabbing her bottom.

"Go and behave like the swine you both are. I will be in here, doing civilized things." Pearl said.

"Boooooring. We will be in for dinner. And daddy time." Sebastian said, smiling.

"Daddy time!" Christian said, clapping.

"You're ruining your children." Pearl said, closing the door behind them.

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Pearl put them down for their nap and opened the file on Antoine Bruneau. He was taken 29 hours ago, she read aloud. She looked at his photograph. He was young. She checked his basic information sheet. 20 years old. He was a college student, studying psychology at the Sigmund Freud University in Paris. She looked through his grades. His background. Activities he enjoyed. Then something caught her eye. She grabbed a pair of reading glasses that Jim frequently wore when reading. In a photo taken of Antoine in his dorm, there was a photo. Pearl recognized it. It was taken at the San Fransisco Pride parade. Pearl knew the stage. They had played there a few years back.

She looked at his information again. Orientation: straight male.

She opened her laptop and googled his father. Marcel Bruneau, she typed into the search bar. She had met him at a few events but knew little about him. One of the first articles that popped up was one talking about his initiative to her back to more conservative views on marriage and sexuality. She sat back and thought about it for a moment. She then got on Antoine's social media. He looked pretty cut and dry. Some photos of him and his friends on a boat. Some of him with his father. Then she saw another thing that caught her eye. A picture of Antoine and few friends, nothing conspicuous to the naked eye but if you look close, the reflection in a window behind them shows Antoine and another man holding hands. Bingo, she thought. She picked up her cell and called Q.

"It's Pearl. Yes. I looked at the file." She said. "He hasn't been taken. He has run away. I believe willingly. He is gay. And it looks to me like maybe his father wouldn't be so understanding about him falling in love." She explained. Q told her he would look into it.

She looked at the man in the picture, holding Antoine's hand. He looked familiar.

"Shit. I think I'm wrong. He's holding the hand of the son of the Vice President of the United States." Pearl said. "This could or could not be a voluntary thing. Yes. Look into it. Could be something they are wanting to cover up. Look at the parents. And the boys. Yes. You're welcome." Pearl said. She hung up and took a deep breath, looking over the file again. Let's see what powerful pieces of shit might need to go down now, she thought with a smile.