Not your typical baby mama

At the King's Villa

Dylan was lost in thought and frustration as he run on a treadmill. Things had remained on a stand still ever since his disagreement with Esmeralda.

The woman had refused to see reason even when it was something beneficial to them. How else were they going to get back home? They couldn't even come up with proper disguises because Amy had taken her time to come up with possible ones they could take on and those were still in circulation. And neither of their men could leave.

No matter how Dylan saw it Amy was the key. Only she could undo the crappy situation. He ruffled his hair in frustration unable to come up with another solution.

He felt a hand on his arm and when he saw Esmeralda standing beside him with a cute pout, he responded with a pissed off expression. Not having it, she turned off the treadmill so he could talk to her. He shot her an annoyed look but didn't leave.

"I don't like this, you've barely spoken to me and haven't touched me in forever."

"It's barely been a week Esmeralda", he shook his head and got off the treadmill. He took a towel to wipe off the sweat.

She walked over and stopped in front of him. "Dylan, I know you're trying so hard for us because neither of us like this situation but why is SHE our only solution right now?"

He stopped wiping, taking on the chance to help her see things from his perspective. "Who was the one who got us in this situation?"

"Her."

"Who is the one currently making things hard for us?"

"Her."

"So think about this, if we could get her before anyone else can, we can use her to get us out of here."

"And what makes you think she'll willingly do our bidding?"

"Who says she'll have a choice?"

Esmeralda fell quiet, deliberating the issue at hand. She meant it when she said she hated to fight with him and this was only the first, she hoped to be the last. With their situation, it was important that they stay on the same page.

And despite demanding that he find another solution, she had also wracked her brains thinking of one only to come up with nothing. At least Dylan had an idea but she could not help her worry. "Dylan, she's too risky. This could easily bite us in the ass later on."

"I understand, but would you rather stay here, like this, feeling like a prisoner, no freedom whatsoever?"

She fell quiet again because the answer to that question was quite obvious. "You think you can find her? As much as I hate her, A.J is a master at hiding. And right now with the underworld after her, I'm sure she's made some reinforcements, that including hiding where no one can ever find her."

"Exactly!" He answered a little too enthusiastically that she raised her brows in confusion. "From what I've learned from her, the best place to hide is in plain sight. Think of the hotel incident in the Bahamas, the airport incident where I literally slipped through Gwen's men's grip while I was still playing Amy's assistant, and I have a hunch that seeing how Viper was looking for her in West Village and suddenly ended up in the hands of the FBI here, it only means she was hiding in the one place no one expected her to hide, her hometown."

"Hiding where it's too obvious for you not to go but you actually do?" She now pieced it together and he pointed in a gesture, nodding that she got it. "But she could have moved after that."

"Very possible but the situation won't be any different now, she'll hide where no one least expects her, in plain sight."

"That's all great but where would we even start at to look for her?"

"Let's start with what we know. Who is she working with?"

"The FBI."

"Exactly. Something tells me that they must have struck some sort of deal, especially with hot head. There is no connection between the two but they're suddenly working together. And the way she quickly came to his aid last time, you saw how she tried to find me."

"It could simply be a job, you said you guys have worked with the government before."

"No", he shook his head, something brewing in his mind. "There's something. There's definitely something."

She didn't know when, but she had already started to see things from Dylan's point of view. She was so trusting of the man. Snapping out of his thoughts, he continued, "So, if we're to go with my plan, we start there."

He looked at her, waiting for her response after breaking things down for her. He hoped she would agree otherwise he would lose it because that would mean they would be stuck in this hell hole for a looooooong time.

"Okay."

"Really?" Relief washed over his form with that one word.

"Yes", she rolled her eyes and barely suppressed her smile seeing his mood change.

"Great! We need to have our people tailing anyone around Hot head. We could find something. While I'll work behind the scenes, doing what I do best", he smirked.

"One more thing", she held her hand up to pause his excitement. "Once we're done with her, I want to put a bullet through her head. I want her dead. No loose ends. Plus, I really, really, really hate that bitch. She's so..... ugh."

Something shifted in his eyes but it was so subtle she missed it as she was so consumed with expressing her hatred for Amy. "Do whatever you want."

"Yes!" She jumped him in excitement, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Now let's get this sweat off you."

He chuckled and smacked her bottom as he made his way to the showers. "You missed this, didn't you?"

"I swear I was starting to have withdraw symptoms."

"Don't worry, I'm all yours.