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I pull out my sleek phone and begin an extensive online search. My fingers fly over the keyboard as I scour for any trace of a place that might draw in Natalia. Art studios, galleries, any space where she could blend her love for art with the need to stay hidden. She's clever, resourceful, and she knows how to keep a low profile.
As I scroll through the endless list of search results, my eyes flicker over a promising list of art-related towns. They're all somewhat far from here, but any of them could be a place she’d go to. A place to feed her talent and remain under the radar. Feeling hopeful, I copy the addresses and paste them into my phone's note-taking app, wondering what she might be thinking and how she could possibly find the strength or desire to pursue anything at all after what she's been through.
But maybe she needs something familiar.
Art would certainly be one of those things that could give her an escape.
I remain seated in the SUV, the hum of the engine a distant echo to my contemplative silence. Natalia's inclination towards art, her tendency to seek solace in the less trodden paths, it all points me towards a direction. I focus my search to smaller towns with a pervasive artist culture that are reasonable near to this one, with available bus service between both towns.
And one town comes up with every search.
Taos, New Mexico.
These results confirm my wild guess. It's a place vibrant with art and culture, a potential refuge for someone like her, someone seeking anonymity yet yearning for a connection to her passion.
I recall our conversations, her eyes lighting up whenever she spoke about art, her sketches that used to be scattered around our place. It's these details, these fragments of her, that guide my search now. Taos – it's not just a location. If she's on her own... if she got away from that horrible place, she would seek out somewhere artsy and low-key. Taos is a clue to her state of mind, a possible stopping place that she's find appealing.
I close my eyes briefly, picturing her in that town.
Yes.
My resolve hardens. Taos might be a long shot, but every lead is a step closer to finding her. I need to trust my instincts, trust the bond that connects us, no matter how weak it feels with her so far away.
I let my mind wander back to our first kiss, a moment etched in my memory with vivid clarity. It happened away from the prying eyes of the world we inhabit. The secrecy of that moment made it so intense, and gave us a thrill I can still feel.
As I sit in the SUV, my mind roams back to our nights together, our bodies tangled together. I could taste Natalia's sweet lips on mine, her tongue dancing flirtatiously, teasing me with its promise of pleasure. As my heart pounds against my chest like a wild drumbeat, my fingers itch to touch her again.
In my mind, she looks up at me through heavy lashes, a coy smirk playing on her soft lips. Her hair falls over her soft yet defined shoulders and flows down her bare back. A shiver courses through me as I imagine tracing the gentle curve of her spine.
Her laughter. That soft, intoxicating sound. It resonates in my ears now. God, how it would drive me insane with need. My hands explore her body like an artist touches his canvas, each stroke bringing gasps and moans to our joined mouths.
The image of her straddled on top of me is vivid. The glorious view of her bare breasts heaving with every breath she took would be enough to drive any man wild. She'd move with a rhythm that mirrored her need for me - the way she rolled her hips, how her fingers dug into my shoulders... it was fucking hot.
And the feeling of those thick thighs locked tightly around my waist as Natalia would ride me, each thrust that I'd drill deeper inside of her. The energy between our bodies set off fireworks under the sheets and caused moans that end up swallowed by hungry kisses.
She'd make me hard as fuck. With each thrust into Natalia's slick heat, I'd mark her as mine in the most primal way. Her tightness was heaven on earth - warm, wet, inviting – begging for more of me.
Imagining this isn’t enough though. I crave her.
The vision clears and I snap back to reality. My jaw tightens, blood rushing to my hardness. I try to focus on my phone and my fingers fly across the screen as I tap out one more message to my men, who are scattered across the small town, each looking for information in their assigned grids.
"Pack up. We're moving out," I type, my fingers steady despite the turmoil inside. There's a sense of urgency now, a renewed purpose. We need to be strategic, cover more ground. Every moment counts.
As I wait for their responses, I glance around the quiet streets, ready to put this little Colorado town behind us. I'm tired, the weight of this relentless search etching itself into every line of my face. But there's also a stubbornness that keeps me going, an energy fueled by the thought that maybe right now, Natalia’s calling out my name, praying for me to bring her back to safety.
My men respond quickly, their messages a series of confirmations. They're ready, as always, to follow my lead.
Except, as I roll out of the spot where I parked, a dreaded sight greets me as the right rear tire pressure light illuminates on my dashboard.
A fucking flat? Now?
I message Rico, who finds the number for a mobile tow truck and repair service, and has a quick conversation with the person who answers.
“We're on our way to you. Someone in town can fix it right where you are,” he messages me back. “The repair guy says he can be here in ten minutes.”
As Rico arrives less than a minute later, we crouch down to see what might’ve caused the flat, and the tow truck pulls up shortly after. The driver, a burly man with a friendly demeanor, slides out of his vehicle and reaches in the back, coming prepared with his toolbox.
"Thanks for coming so quickly," I say appreciatively.
