Conveniently Married To A Billionaire

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HAPPY READING

Reign Menture POV

Sitting back in my home office chair waiting impatiently on my private Eurocopter Mercedes Benz to be ready. I look over her personal information for the third time this evening. I'm even more intrigued by how well she kept herself and her educational background. They have her locked away-

There is a knock at my door taking me out of my chain of thoughts, "enter." I say and in walks Kamaru with a smile on his face.

"Boss everything is set and ready to go."

"What are we waiting on then," I say rising to my feet. I close her file, round my desk walking up to Kamaru hugging him.

"I'm glad you're back."

"It's good to be back brother."

Kamaru and I have the most comfortable relationship, he's my best bud and knows me best. We came from way back in high school, meeting on the first day at Carter private high and we've had a meaningful friendship ever since. I trust no one the way he has earned my respect and trust. From high school all through college to this date he has been my right-hand man and has become a brother to me.

"So now that we are going to get her, what's next?" Kamaru asks.

"She is mine."

"What if she doesn't agree?" Kamaru asks.

"I stop at nothing. End of story," I look into his eyes so he knows how serious this is for me. He know me well and didn't say another word.

I contemplate Kamaru words. I had to admit for a second it is a little crazy but I counted the hours until she was next to me and nothing or no one could harm her. I wish to see her, hold her in my arms and keep her safe.

"Come on let's go, there are lots to get done," I say patting his shoulder.

We walk out of my office "let's go get her then" Kamaru says as we exit my home ready to go get my girl. We walk up to my roof and board my copter along with eight of my men. I had to make sure security is right and I had enough men in case this should go south. Shane my captain ascend in the sky and I lean my head back on my leather headrest ready for the journey.

"You think you're level mined enough to talk her out of there."

"I have to be," I say simply closing my eyes.

"You know you're crazy right," Kamaru asks.

"I've been told."

"A woman you don't know is in a jail cell, she doesn't know you. either, also that you are coming to get her or all that is about to happen in her life in mere days."

"Correct"

"You do see the crazy part?" Kamaru asks.

"Not at all, crazy happens every day," I answer.

"Says the man going for a woman he doesn't know."

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I walk into the compound of the commander of Malta security office ready to find out why this woman was held and placed into a holding cell for all this time without a phone call and any notification to the American citizen association or the relevant authorities about her detention, similarly the cause of her being detained. They picked her up on charges of Narcotics smuggling. Whoever is behind this went out of their way to plant it in her room amongst her stuff. They had to tail her from the moment she exit the airport because nothing was found on her or in her possession at the airport. They waited until she was in her room and preyed on her innocence and probably she wasn't very observant of her surroundings. Another thing that bothers me is this has to be deeper than just Malta. Somewhere, someone she knows or is in contact with has to know something.

They ransacked her room and had the illegal substance spread about. My contact at federal had to pay a hefty sum to have her released to me. I need to be in and out quickly but if I find out the commander or any of his officers is behind this or have the slightest hand in any of it, I will have his head. I will also enjoy making him pay for placing my future wife in a mess of a drug ring.

Kamaru is on the outside in case anything goes wrong or I'm being watched. I don't know how deep this runs, every precautionary measure had to be put in place. I walk into the station with two of my men ready to put an end to this mess. I can only imagine how traumatic this must all be for her, sitting in a jail cell scared and alone, I'm on my way baby girl.

They have her tired to a drug ring and I'm sure a woman like her has no idea of anything of this nature, I was willing to bet. I can tell from the looks of her photograph and her information confirms it. The information on her family background states her parents aren't wealthy off. Their home is still on the mortgage. They had no offshore bank account, or much of a bank account or even travelled out of the country. This is Delsa first trip out of the country it was always school and home with her, a very ordinary and basic upbringing.

Someone preyed on her innocence while she was unsuspecting. I'm even convinced while her showdown was carried out the mastermind was making his or her way off with the bulk of the narcotics while she take the fall. They took advantage of the fact that she is a tourist with no knowledge of the prison system here or her rights. They mostly took advantage of the fact that she couldn't speak their language. But they have another thing coming if they think my fiance will take the fall for it or I will not take this sitting down. Lies because Delsa Amelia Mingo is mine.

Delsa lives a pretty simple life, don't date, a roommate whom I'm looking into. One sister, that has the most calls on her call log, followed by her mother and then father. It was mostly school with her and staying in the shadows. Someone she came in contact with must be behind this. This isn't a coincidence a very strong hunch state to me.

I'm ready to put an end to it and when I find the culprit that made my fiance spend two weeks behind bars I will sling him by his balls. If it's a woman I will let thunder handle the situation. Thunder is the first woman to join my Kalahari bushmen league and most of the men in the Kalahari bushmen fear her for how ruthless she is. She doesn't ask questions she makes you feel pain deep within your soul before digging the truth out of you limb by limb. That's the kind of torcher I want for the culprit behind Delsa's incarceration.

"Good morning Reign Menture hawn għall-kmandant." (Good morning Reign Menture for the Commander,) I say speaking their language as I approach the desk and look around the enclosed space that looks run down.

"hekk bil-mod Sinjur qed jistennik." (Right this way sir, he is expecting you,) says the young slender officer at the front desk. He walks us up a flight of stairs and down a corridor to a lone door. Each door I pass there is a foul smell and a very unkempt and neglected office space. How can these people fight crime in this condition and be able to get anything professional or productive done?

The officer opens the door and there sat a grey hair, plump old man sitting behind his chipped and cracked desk. I see fear or was it intimidation in his eyes the moment I step foot into his office. His eyes move from his officer to my men then over to me. He stare into my eyes realizing this was serious business and today's not the day to play with me. I am in full bushman mode as they anger me pass no return.

I already had my federal connects contact him ahead of time, he'd been waiting on me and knows exactly why I'm here, so no bullshit straight to the point.

"kmandant" (Commander)

"Have a seat, sir, we can straighten this out right away," he says in English and the sound of his voice upset me further. He thinks I came here to sit in his busted chair with all the sponge peeking out and dirty looking to have small talk with him.

"I rather stand."

"To the point I see," he says and it's good he knows it is not business as usual.

"Correct"

"Miss Mingo is tired so far into this and my hands are tied."

My eyes dim, jaw tightens, fist clench, blood boiling as I stare back at this man. The murderous glare I send his way had beads of sweat running down his neck and he adjusts himself in his seat. "Do you need me to untie the knot myself or chop off your hands beyond the ropes? Just say the words commander," I say getting heated with this man looking back at me passing me off. I need to calm down and make this smooth but this man isn't allowing my patience to sit right.

"I- si- sir" he stutters gulping and his eyes widen.

"What I want to know is why your hands are tied and my fiance is in a jail cell for the past two weeks." I cut him off while he tries to think of his answer. My connection already deals with this matter of her release and he's telling me his hands are tied. This man wants me to kill him in his office with my bare hands.

"Fi- fiance," he stutters again and he's irritating me now.

"Yes she is and she certainly doesn't need the money so why was she arrested," I say.

"Her records never stated a fiance"

As I suspected they took advantage of her innocence. "Are you doubting me or calling me a lier."

"No, no sir it's just.."

"Hold it right there, she wanted a vacation without being watched and the moment I take my eyes off of her your men arrested her and have her in a cell for two weeks in a mix of drugs and smuggling," I say and if he thinks I will pay another dime to him he is mistaken.

"Sir it wasn't-"

"Nothing, it wasn't nothing. Every officer that touched her I will skin them alive, mark my words."

"Look I want no trouble, her room was-"

"The room that your people or anyone else had access to and make sure to leave every trail possible."

"My officer doesn't make a habit of visiting hotels rooms."

"Why wasn't she permitted to make a phone call or had a translator."

He looks at me dump and I am wondering what he did know since he's the Commander.

"Ok, I will release her to you but it has to be smooth because however deep this runs we could have eyes on us. I don't know how deep this goes Mr Menture. Her passport will have to be lodged while I have all the details sorted."

"What do you know Commander and trust me I will find how deep it runs and get to the bottom of it. What passport all her information was taken from her."

"She was found with nothing-" he try to say.

"Make the call, I need my fiance out of there now. I will handle the rest." I cut him off getting tired of this conversation. "My lawyers will be in contact with the director of public prosecution, make your case we are prepared to go to court."

"Sure Mr Menture," he says.

I step closer to his desk, placing both hands to its edge so I can lean into him "I will have eyes on you, if you're involved in this, make sure you run. I'm giving you a head start." I say to this poor excuse of a security system.

"I have no idea of what you speak," he says looking at me in horror. And that's what I want, the fear to register.

"I know how deep corruption runs and your men were very specific in picking her up at the right place and time with a huge showdown."

The fear I see take him proves he knows something. I see these types of scenarios often in foreign countries. Pin the poor unsuspecting tourist and have them rot while the big boss and all his cronies knock glass, having a kick out of how deep their pockets are filled.

It is not going to happen to my future wife, not under my watch.

"Let's go" I hurry out of his office getting tired of this commander and his bullshit. This is a terrible run down quarter and he seems to just sit behind a desk while his city is being run right in front of his face. With my men ready to get her out of here, I need to hurry if my hunch is correct they will come. Someone has to pay for the crime committed. I hope she doesn't fight me and we can get out of here quickly before the word spread.

Another officer walks us down to another floor and the moment the door opens the stench of bad personal hygiene and faeces fills the air. He walks us further into the room, cell after cell he opens the ascending cell gate.

My heart quicken as I look around for her. There she sits on the floor crouch into a corner further to the back of the room bracing the wall. She looks up and her eyes are swollen and red from crying I presume. She blinks a few times like she can't believe she's seeing me, she put down her head and lift it again. This time she looks around at the four people in the cell then back at me. I was waiting for this day, to finally set eyes on her beautiful face after staring at her photograph for a week.

I walk over to her, squat down to her level "miss Mingo I'm here for you." I whisper to her.

"For me? am I dreaming?" she asks as though it's impossible.

"No dreams baby girl, I'm here and ready to take you out of here."

"Who are you?" she asks meekly in disbelief that I'm in front of her.

"I will tell you everything but not this minute we have to move fast," I say stretching my hand to her.

She nods but it's like she doesn't believe it is happening. She looks into my eyes searching for a lie I presume. The way she takes in my face, those eyes staring at me.

"Are you real? Are you taking me out of here?" she asks incredulously.

"It's not a lie baby girl and I'm very real. I am here for you, take my hand." Slowly, hesitantly she rests her hand in mine and snatches it back immediately. I felt it too, electrifying thrills. But I couldn't take the time to dwell on the exhilaration that run up my arms and through my body. We needed to move quickly and we can deal with it later. Never has a woman affected me this way.

"Come on we need to leave now," I help her up and she trembles looking away from me "it's ok, I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're not," Delsa asks timidly.

"Never and you have to trust me for this to work."

She begins to fidget with her clothes trying to straighten them but time is of the essence and very much against us "stop fidgeting and stay close to me."

I walk us out of the cell while she pulls herself close to me with her head down. We walk out of the building, hurrying out of the compound and into my awaiting vehicle. She couldn't help it, she fidget the entire way to my car pulling closer to the door as we take our seats, my driver drives off immediately my door is closed.

"I need her passport handle right away, with her updated name," I say to kamaru who is sitting in the front passenger seat.

"Right away boss," he answers and Delsa finally looks at me since sitting in my car.

We pull out of the compound and head to the Phoenicia Malta hotel. No one can touch her the moment my name is attached to hers, we can get her out of here and to safety.