Prince's POV*

"Jerome, who the hell has mine and Grace's son?"

"P, maybe we should go upstairs, it looks like a tornado went through your studio."

"Jerome, damn it, you better tell me who fucking has my son," I shout causing them both to jump. Grace gently grabs my hand and tries to calm me down.

"Come on, baby, let's go upstairs," she softly whispers. I interlock my fingers in hers and we go upstairs to the family room.

"Jerome, I got Prince up here, now please, tell us who the hell has our son?" Her voice trembles.

"Grace, Prince, I can assure you, Jase isn't the one who took Dalton, he is dead, but,-"

"But what, Jerome? Who is  the sick, twisted, psycho that stole our son?"

"I still can't believe it, P. It's Heather, and she had help kidnapping Dalton."

"Oh my god, Heather, as in my ex girlfriend? You just said she had help, who the hell helped her, Jerome?"

"You talked to her at the hospital, P. You remember the two nurses you talked to?  Charlene Carpenter, she's a close friend of Heather's. Heather paid her  from the money she received after her grandfather died. She had it all planned out for months.  It seems like she just snapped. She wanted to replace the baby you two lost, she wanted to figure out a way to get you back. She also had another plan."

"She had another plan, and what exactly was her other plan, Jerome?" Jerome looks over at Grace with such a sad look.

"Jerome, why are you looking at me like that?" Grace asks him.

"I just thank god I was able to figure out who, and where she is before she could put her plan into motion, Grace. She was planning to hire a hitman to kill you, and Bianca," he whispers. I step back and flip the coffee table over. My hand grabs the baseball bat and I smash the crystal vases on the fireplace mantle.

"I want my son back, and I want that psychotic bitch dead," I yell and notice Grace is gone. She is no longer standing in the family room.

"Grace?"

"Shit, P, where the hell did she go?"

"Oh god, I think she's going to the hospital to look for Charlene,"  I pick up the phone.

"Boss?"

"Carl, do you see my wife out-side?"

"Yes, boss, she just jumped into her car."

"Shut and lock the gate, Carl. Do not let my wife leave, I'm on my way out there now," me and Jerome run out-side and see Grace at the gate house. She's wagging her finger and screaming at Carl.

"Boss, umm, why is your wife screaming at me?"

"Grace Marie Nelson, girl, get your ass over here,"

"No, Prince,  that psycho has our son, and she knew Heather was going to hire a hitman to kill not only me, but our daughter.  I am going to beat her to death, then I'm going to beat Heather to death," she snaps. I look up at Jerome and nod my head. He picks her up and tosses her over his shoulder.

"Jerome, are you insane? Put me the hell down. Prince, damn it, tell him to put me down," she yells and I smack her ass.

"Shut up, Grace. I am only doing this to keep your from spending the rest of your life in prison. You are going to sit your ass in this basement, and you are going to cool off."

"You can't be serious, Prince. You can't lock me in our basement."

"You wanna bet I can't? Just watch me," I calmly say as I make my way up the steps and lock the door.

"Prince, you little asshole, let me the hell out of here.  I want to go with you and Jerome. Prince? Damn it, I know you can hear me," she screams as she pounds on the door.

"Grace, now you listen to me. Remember when I vowed to always protect you and Binky? I have no intensions of breaking that promise, baby. You're a grieving mother, a terrified mother, and all you can think about is making the people who hurt you kids pay, you're not stopping to think about the consequences. You're not stopping to think how it will affect your family. I, better than anyone, understand your need for revenge, wanting to kill Heather and Charlene,  but believe me baby, I know much better ways to make them pay that doesn't involve me killing them."

"How, Prince? I can't believe how calm you're being. I thought once we found out who stole our son you would be out for blood."

"Grace, I feel the rage you're feeling, I feel the need to want to kill them, but we can't, baby. Our kids need both their mother and father. I love you and our kids enough to make sure they continue to have both of us with them," I say and hear her sliding down the door.

"Please, Prince, bring our son back home to us, and make sure Bianca is safe."

"Grace, it's Jerome. Don't worry, sweetheart, I assure you Bianca is safe. I sent her to stay with a very close and trusted FBI friend. Bianca is completely safe with him and his family.

"Thank god. You both know when you let me our of this basement there is going to be serious hell to pay? But, as of right now, all I care about is Dalton and Bianca coming home safe."

"Grace, baby, I love you so much. I'm doing this because of how much I love you. It took me a little while to open my heart to you, now that I have, there is no way I'm going to lose you now. We promised each other a lifetime together, remember?"

"Yes, I remember."

"Good, cause I'm going to make sure we have a long lifetime together. I want to grow old with you, my beautiful Gracie."

"I love you, Prince."

"I love you too, baby. Trust me and Jerome, we will bring our kids back home. I'll make sure Carl brings you some food later," I say. Me and Jerome walk out-side and jump in his jeep.

"Well, you seemed to have convinced your wife you won't kill them, now you convince me, P."

"Just drive, Jerome," I snap.

"Prince, just like you told Grace, your kids need you with them. The first sign I see your homicidal side, I will have no problem arresting your ass."

"What, Jerome?  You would seriously arrest me?"

"Don't give me a reason to arrest you, I mean it, P."