Lulu , Dax 03

Lou lay in bed thinking. The clarity that followed her passionate night with Dax was fading, replaced by a gnawing anxiety. Her husband’s latest power play had pushed her to the edge, and she needed to act before things spiraled further.

She’d always been prepared for the worst, a trait inherited from her mother. Lou’s “fuck-off fund,” as she privately called it, was more than just a safety net–it was her ticket to freedom if shit hit the fan. Cash, jewelry, and a network of discreet properties scattered across the globe, all hidden behind a labyrinth of shell companies. A guaranteed insurance policy against life’s curveballs, and right now, it felt like her only lifeline.

Dax’s suffocating behavior had become unbearable. His constant demands for attention, the lack of privacy, the emotional manipulation–it was all too much. And now this forced isolation? Lou realized with a sinking feeling that this wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision. Dax had planned this, meticulously and ruthlessly, long before any supposed threat materialized.

“Fuck,” she muttered, running a hand through her braids. She loved Dax, she really did, but this… this was next-level control freak shit.

Lou’s mind raced as she formulated a plan. The kids complicated things, but there was no way in hell she’d leave them behind. They were hers, damn it. She’d risked her life to bring them into this world, and she’d be damned if she’d abandon them.

As she packed, trying to maintain an air of calm, Lou felt a pang of guilt. Was she overreacting? Maybe. But Dax needed to understand that his actions had consequences. This wasn’t the end–just a much-needed reality check.

Resolved, Lou steeled herself. “Keep it together, Lou,” she coached herself as she herded the kids into the car. Eddie, bless her, didn’t ask questions. Virgil’s unexpected presence threw a wrench in her plans, but she’d deal with that hurdle when it came.

As they drove away, Lou caught Dax’s piercing gaze in the rearview mirror. For a moment, she wavered. But then she remembered the feeling of suffocating, and her resolve hardened.

“Time to remind him I’m not just his wife,” she thought grimly. “I’m my own damn person.”

Marriage was hard work, sure, but it shouldn’t feel like a prison sentence. As the house faded from view, she allowed herself a small, defiant smile. Whatever happened next, at least she was taking control of her own story.

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Dax watched them go, the knot in his stomach returned with a vengeance. He felt like he should stop this outing, but he squashed it down. Trust was essential, and he trusted his wife.

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### The Escape

The trip to the city was tense but uneventful. The children were oblivious to it as they waved at passing boats and played games on their tablets. Those two were so much like their father. Way too much time spent in front of screens.

Lou felt a twinge of guilt. Virgil was a sweet man, but she’d have to ditch him somehow and then he’d have to deal with the fallout. Dax knew exactly what he was doing sending Virgil along with them. I’m not the only smart one in this relationship. She laughed to herself. Hell, I fell in love with the man for more than one reason.

She determinedly focused on the day’s plan: meet with the engineer, take the children to Storyland, and then lunch at a certain place with many exits. After an especially messy meal, she and the children would go to the ladies’ room, change clothes, slip out and into a limo, and be back in Richmond by bedtime.

Things moved smoothly and according to plan. After a brief, punctual, and successful visit with the engineer and a visit to Storyland Park for quality time with the children, Lou turned to Eddie. “You ready?”

Eddie nodded, her dark eyes sparkling with determination. They made their way to a café tucked away in an alley renowned for its savory meat pies.

They Avcılar travesti lunched, letting the children really be children, making a mess, while they talked about everything and nothing in particular.

Before too long, Lou looked up. “Look at these faces.” She and Eddie made a to-do of attempting to wet wipe the grimy faces and sticky hands at the table.

Lou grimaced and gave a quick nod to Virgil, who was busy checking the surroundings in his unwavering, stoic manner.

Standing, she and Eddie grabbed the children’s hands and made their way across the room. “Gonna need actual soap and water for this one, Virg. We’ll be in the ladies’ room over here.” She gestured with her head.

His eyes narrowed a bit, and he paused for a beat before looking at the faces and nodding, his face softening.

Wow, thought Lulu quickly, I really see what John Wayne sees in him. He’s truly a kind man.

She sighed as she quickly got her two cleaned up and changed, before changing herself.

Eddie gave her Paco a bird bath as well and waited for Lou to receive word that her ride to the airstrip was waiting in the alley out back.

“You know I’m always on your side. But I hope you’re not being too rash and know what you’re doing, Lou,” Eddie said before giving her a hug.

“Eddie, I talked to the man. I did. He’s not sorry at all for any of it. Which I kind of understand in a sick, sad way, but you know I can’t live under lock and key like this. We’ll be fine,” Lou asserted. “Now. Do me a favor, don’t let Dax kill Virg.”

Eddie grunted and shook her head.

They ducked out the back and were into the car and off to the airstrip.

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Dax began to pace, a sense of unease creeping up his spine. He knew Lulu; he knew her scent, all her mannerisms and tics, the sound of her laughter. But there was something about her today that felt off. And the longer she was gone, the more it gnawed at him.

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Virgil was very good at his job, and something was off. He’d been observing from a distance all day, and the talk between the two women seemed coded somehow. He’d been in the field and heard similar conversations. Without a cipher, it was anyone’s guess what was said. Ironically, it had been Dax, excellent at code-breaking and game theory, who taught him what to listen for to determine when one was hearing such conversations.

Things were quiet now. Too quiet. When the ladies entered the restroom, his listening microphone had gone silent, unable to pick up anything they might be saying. Most likely, the interference had to do with the marble walls he’d spotted as the thick door opened and closed as they entered.

At any rate, he was determined not to lose sight of his charges. He’d roll with it whatever it was. It didn’t make sense, but if he didn’t know better, he’d think the woman was leaving her husband.

He’d been shocked when Dax called him in to replace Mitch. He didn’t give reasons, but based on earlier, Virgil knew it had to do with Lou. Mitch, too handsome for his own good, had shrugged it off in that unconcerned way he had and moved on to a new assignment. He’d question him at length later.

Virgil checked his watch. They’d been in there over 30 minutes now. Pushing the door open, all he spotted was Eddie and her little one. No sign of Lou and her two. With a heavy exhale, his head dropped.

“So, she pulled a runner, eh?” he questioned.

“Nah. More like she went home,” said Ed.

He frowned.

“Have a seat, Virg. I’ll fill you in.”

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### Dax’s Realization

Dax’s fingers traced the holographic screen of his latest contraption. The GPS tracker he’d slipped into Lulu’s hat band blinked steadily, mocking him. Two hours and change since she’d left with Virgil. Just a casual visit, right? Keep telling yourself that, buddy.

His Avcılar travestileri phone buzzed, Virgil’s name flashing on the screen. Dax’s stomach did a backflip.

“We’ve got a situation,” Virgil’s voice crackled through the speaker, Lou’s gone.”

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Dax barked.

Virgil exhaled sharply. “I mean I didn’t have time to recon the place. She slipped out the back with the kids after a bathroom break.”

Dax’s eyes flicked to the GPS display. “But the tracker–“

Virgil grimaced. “She changed clothes, hers as well as the children’s. all the clothes are still here,” he cringed, listening as Dax groaned.

“Dammit! Did you try calling her?”

“Yes, but her phone is off,” Virgil replied.

Virgil paused, then dropped the hammer: “She’s gone home, man. Richmond. Eddie helped her bounce.”

The words hit Dax like a freight train. He collapsed into his chair, head spinning. “She… she just left? With my kids?”

“Can you blame her?” Virgil’s voice softened. “Said she needed to breathe without Big Brother watching her every move.”

Dax’s mind reeled. Just last night, tangled in sheets, whispering promises… and now this? “I don’t understand,” he mumbled, more to himself than Virgil.

“Then listen up, ’cause I’m only saying this once,” Virgil growled. “When you find her — and you will — shut your mouth and open your ears. You’ve been suffocating her, man. Figure out why before it’s too late.”

The line went dead, leaving Dax alone with the oppressive silence of his now empty seaside sanctuary. Relief warred with betrayal. Lulu was safe, yeah, but she’d ghosted him without a word.

He stared at the beeping tracker, realizing it was as useless as he felt.

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### Eddie and Lenny

Eddie broke the news of Lou’s sudden departure to Lenny, who frowned but didn’t seem surprised.

“I knew it,” Lenny said, shaking his head slowly. “I saw it coming.”

“Dax will be livid at first, but he’ll get over it. He has to understand he can’t control everything, especially not Lou,” Eddie murmured, her gaze distant.

“Yeah,” Lenny’s deep voice echoed in the dimly lit room. “She’s not one to be caged. That one would gnaw off a foot to escape.”

“You think he’ll come after her?” Eddie asked, lifting her head to meet Lenny’s gaze.

“Dax? Definitely,” Lenny stated. “But we can’t interfere. This is between them. As long as he’s not violent, I trust Lou to handle her business. I know she’s fam, but you took quite a risk involving yourself.” This was as close to chastising Eddie as Lenny would come right now.

Eddie nodded. “Maybe. But she’s my best friend. There’s no way I’d stand by and watch her be miserable. We just have to hope they can sort this out.”

—

### Max and Lily

Meanwhile, Max found out about Lou’s departure from Lily.

“Lulu left Dax and took the kids?” he asked, surprised.

“Yep,” Lily replied nonchalantly, using a bit of brute force to unscrew a rusty bolt from a vintage car engine. The flickering bulb overhead cast a spotlight on the oil-stained work table filled with tools and parts.

Max waited to hear more, but Lily was silent. “Dax cannot be okay with this?” he stated.

“He’s not,” Lily replied, wiping her hands on an old rag. “He’s freaking out. But he should have known better.” She gave Max a flat, challenging look and continued her tinkering.

Great, Max thought. Battle lines are being drawn. He grimaced, thinking of how he’d just gotten back into Lily’s good graces. Any assistance Dax needed would be provided quietly.

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### Lou’s Arrival in Richmond

It was sunset when Lou’s plane touched down in Richmond.

Shortly after arriving, Lou prepared the twins for bed in their temporary home. Their chatter echoed through the condo. She thought of Dax, knowing he was alone, fuming, and worried. Dax was romantic, Travesti avcılar loving, kinky, nerdy, capable, strong-willed, high-handed, possessive, stubborn, steadfast, loyal, and generally level-headed. They’d have to confront each other soon.

She shook her head. We’re both control freaks. I’ve tried to balance us by acknowledging his need for control by granting him complete dominion in the bedroom. She sometimes even enjoyed being spanked when she was on her knees and had him inside her; the sharp sting of a slap on her bottom was a strangely enjoyable contrast against the pleasure and the psychological sensation of being punished for being a ‘bad girl’. We’d be unstoppable if we were in sync like that outside the bedroom. That I have to stop battling the forces of evil to fight with him really riles me. He’d better get on board fast. She decided to call him first thing in the morning.

Pushing that thought aside, she called Uncle Jack, telling him she was in town and giving a brief rundown of recent events. She left out certain facts, namely involving Dax, simply saying he was down South on business. She asked for security for her and the children.

Uncle Jack arranged for immediate plainclothes surveillance and promised to see her and the children the next day.

—

### Max’s Help

Max quietly tipped off his brother, sending him a text:

**Max**: Because I am the BEST uncle ever, Dora it had to be Max, yet again, tipping off Dax, ruining the little lead time she thought she had before confronting him.

Max should focus on his own household, Lou grumbled to herself. She noted Dax’s scruffy appearance and tired eyes. His clothes were wrinkled and he needed a shave he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Clearly I’m feeling all kinds of charitable after a good night’s sleep because, though he worked her nerves and irked her soul, she genuinely hated stressing him out.

“Fuck it,” she muttered, dialing Dax’s number. “You three should come on in here and talk to me about whatever you’re planning. It’s starting to get hot out there and the heat is bad for Uncle Jack’s diabetes, he knows better. I’ve made breakfast and there’s plenty to eat and you can see the children.”

Dax’s head snapped towards the building, noting a window with the curtain pulled aside. The glare of the daytime sky off the window prevented him seeing more than that, but he faced the window knowing she was there anyway. “You left me,” he said, his voice pained.

“I came home, Dax. I’d never leave you. Now come inside already. I know Max told you which unit I’m in. I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

Not wanting to squabble just yet, Lou hung up just as he was taking another breath to speak. Her heart was racing. She couldn’t believe Dax thought she’d abandon him. Sure, they had their differences, but she’d never truly leave him. She glanced at the breakfast spread, the smell of fresh coffee and bacon mingling with the tension in the air.

The front door opened, and the three men entered. Lou stayed in the kitchen, flipping pancakes on the griddle. Max and Jack took their seats, their expressions serious. Max spoke first, his tone clipped. “Lou, this situation is more dangerous than you realize. The people who tried to kidnap you won’t give up easily.”

Lou acknowledged his words with a nod but remained silent.

“Why didn’t you tell me everything about New York?” Uncle Jack asked.

“Because I knew this would happen,” Lou replied, turning to face them. “You’d all overreact, lock me up, and make decisions for me.” She looked at each of them accusingly. “Tell me I’m wrong,” she challenged. “That you weren’t out there planning exactly that?”

Dax’s jaw clenched. “It’s not about making decisions for you. It’s about keeping you safe.”

“And what about what I want? A little freedom?” Lou shot back. “I will not live like a prisoner.”

“Freedom is meaningless if you’re dead,” Dax retorted.

Max nodded in agreement with Lou. “She’s right, Dax. We need a solution that respects her freedom.”

Dax glared at his brother.

Jack, who had been quiet, spoke up. “We’ve come up with a plan, Lulu. It’s not perfect, but it’s better than nothing.”

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