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He was nervous about the whole thing, but Darius was now convinced the experience would help Tahira.

He just hoped he would be a good Dom for her.

Ian had given him a packet of papers to look over, and complete as needed, with Tahira.

There was a long list of protocols—something Tahira was used to—and a three-page limit list. Through an embarrassing-at-times conversation the other day, they’d gone through the list of all types of BDSM play.

Darius had been happy to see they were on the same page with practically every activity.

While Tahira did not have personal experience with any of the items on the list, she’d been able to tell him what she was interested in trying and what were hard limits for her.

Most of those matched Darius’s own. Suffice to say they would probably be the least kinky couple in The Covenant, and that was fine with both of them.

Tahira had read and signed the non-disclosure agreement the club’s owners insisted on for every member or guest. The couple was also given a three-month, free membership to make certain this was something they wanted to continue to explore.

Darius suspected their D/s relationship would exist mostly behind closed doors, and he was perfectly fine with that.

The rest of the evening went well, and when Barrie and Levi bid the royal family goodbye, there had been lots of hugging and friendly handshakes.

After Darius’s siblings confirmed he and Tahira would be visiting Brookford tomorrow, they took their leave to drive home.

Tahira had wanted to see where they’d all grown up, and Darius couldn’t say no to her.

As for stopping in to see his father, they would have to play that by ear.

If Phillip Knight was having a bad day, Darius didn’t want Tahira anywhere near the man—no offense intended to either of them.

It was just safer and less embarrassing for everyone.

As Darius prepared to return to the other suite with Tahira, Raj, and Kainda, Amar exited the security room. “Darius, my friend. May I have a word with you.”

The man’s eyes were cold. This can’t be good .

Darius turned to Tahira. “Do you mind going with your brother and Kainda? I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

He could tell she’d picked up on Amar’s mood, but she nodded and did as he’d asked.

The king and queen had disappeared into their bedroom a few moments ago, so Darius and Amar were alone.

The other man gestured for Darius to join him in the meeting room, where Jabari Bastide, the head of Tahira’s guards, and two members of Amar’s special-ops team were sitting at the long, oval-shaped table.

Numerous monitors and computers had been set up around the room, with at least one of them hooked into the hotel’s surveillance camera feeds.

Once they were behind the closed door, Darius sat down across the table from Amar, and undid his tie, letting it hang loosely from his neck—he hated the damn things.

The head of security leaned back in his chair. “I’m afraid I have some news about the investigation into Princess Tahira’s abduction, and it’s not good.”

Darius tensed. “Tell me.”

This was the first break they’d gotten since Tahira and her cousins had been rescued.

He knew the investigation had stalled, but neither the royal guard nor Trident Security had been willing to let things go.

Someone had been behind the kidnappings, and Darius, Ian, and Amar were afraid it was someone Tahira knew—not that they’d told her that yet.

In fact, the men had decided to keep their suspicions from Rajeemh until they had some evidence that pointed to a suspect.

The king had plenty to worry about and deal with, and this is what he paid Amar and his team for.

He trusted his head of security to handle things and fill him in when needed.

Amar slid a stack of a dozen or so papers across the table toward Darius. “We went back to the phone records again. This time, I had Kadar and Damis call all the numbers.”

As Darius scanned the printouts of calls made by Tahira and the group she’d gone on the cruise with, Amar gestured for one of his two men to fill Darius in.

Kadar was the one who spoke with his thick French accent.

“We didn’t find anything on Princess Tahira’s phone.

The same for Nala’s and Lahana’s and those belonging to our security team. ”

Darius’s eyes narrowed. “Farid’s?”

“No, Farid’s phone was clean as well. But I cannot same the same for Diallo’s.”

Clenching his fist, Darius tried to recall what he could about Tahira’s cousin’s best friend.

Nothing had stood out other than he was a pompous fucktard, just like his buddy, Farid.

The two men loved to flaunt their wealth and privilege in the faces of those they deemed unworthy to even kiss their asses.

They traveled around the globe, staying in the swankiest hotels and attending elite parties that required its guests to have an ungodly amount of money.

Diallo came from money—his father being a businessman whose family would never have to work a day in their lives thanks to his billionaire status.

Kadar continued. “As you can see, the ones I’ve circled were made to a number allegedly belonging to Georgette Chapuisa, a former Miss France contestant he’d briefly dated two years ago.”

“Allegedly?”

“Yes. We don’t believe Miss Chapuisa is in possession of the phone, but we have someone contacting her to confirm that.

It seems to be a dummy cell—a red herring, as you might say.

The calls were all forwarded from that number and through several others around the world until they reached their destination—a phone we’ve traced to Felix Secada. ”

Darius saw red at the mere mention of the man who’d raped Tahira, but none of these men knew how their beloved princess had been brutalized. He barely managed to keep a leash on his fury. “Where’s the fucking bastard now?”

“Partying with Farid in Miami Beach,” Amar responded, dryly.

“I’ve already called Ian and asked him to send some men to bring both the little shits to the embassy in D.C.

I want Diallo on Timasurian soil for the interrogation, where I can rip his fucking head off and shove it up his ass if I need to, without getting arrested when he bawls like a baby. ”

Despite his rage, a snort escaped Darius.

Being around his employers all the time and needing to follow protocols, it was very rare for one to hear Amar curse.

In a way, it made him sound even deadlier than Darius knew he could be.

The man had been trained among numerous black-ops forces from around the world, including Israel’s Mossad, China’s MSS, and Britain’s MI6.

“Good. I’ll be joining you.”

Amar’s intense gaze met his. “What about Her Highness and the trip to your hometown?”

“We’ll still go but just cut it short.” He glanced at Bastide, who acknowledged the change in plans with a nod of his head. “We’ll be in D.C. by late afternoon. Do me a favor and let Diallo sweat it out until then.”

“That can be arranged,” Amar said with a smirk before pausing. “What are you going to tell Her Highness?”

“As little as I can until we find out what the fuck is going on.” Darius sighed and stood. He was exhausted and needed sleep if he was going to deal with both his father and Diallo tomorrow. “When are you going to let the king know?”

“First thing in the morning before I leave for D.C. My men will accompany him and Queen Azhar to New York.” That said a lot about how much Amar trusted his team when he handed over the detail of guarding the most important man in his country to them.

Nodding, Darius headed for the door. “Keep me posted.”