Page 3 of Kidnapped By the Boss

“If you mean going into their territory, then no. We wanted to consult you before we did that, and of course with the wedding here, we decided we could wait a day,” Mario explained.

“Territory,” I snorted. “A handful of asshole kids taking up residence on Long Island and terrorizing the people there does not make it their territory.” I knocked my shot back and then set the glass down on the table. “I want you to get me more information on them. Go to Long Island if you have to. I’m not afraid of them. I don’t want any more of my spots tagged. End it. However you have to. But do it discreetly. I don’t want anyone getting all up in arms and I don’t want problems coming up while I’m away on my honeymoon.”

Mario nodded. “Yes boss.”

We didn’t rush right out of the office, but took a couple more shots before walking back to reception. Katya was still drifting around, talking to different guests, and didn’t seem to notice when Mario and I slipped back in. Mario returned to the table, but I went over to Katya and gently interrupted her conversation, stating that I wanted to dance with my wife. Katya obliged with a smile and after a warm, romantic dance, complete with lots of kisses, I was convinced that she hadn’t seen me leave.

The reception eventually came to a close, and Devrick and Mario agreed to see the guests off so that Katya and I could retire to our wedding night. We said goodbye and left under a sea of applause, and then walked back inside and started up to our bedroom, where we’d be spending our wedding night before leaving for our honeymoon in a couple of days.

Just before walking into our room, Katya looked down the hallway in the direction of the room where we’d been spending most of our time lately. I smiled down at her and then said, “The nanny said he’s sleeping, but do you want to kiss him goodnight?”

Katya looked back at me. “Can we? I just feel like I missed him so much today.”

I nodded. “Yeah, me too. Let’s do it quickly and quietly so that we don’t spend our wedding night in there instead of in here.”

We walked down the hall to the door in question and Katya opened it as quietly as she could. She slipped in quietly and I walked in behind her, smiling immediately at the small, chocolate wood crib against the opposite wall. Carefully, we tiptoed over to the edge and looked down into it where Sascha, our four-month-old son, was sleeping peacefully. He looked so much like the uncle he was named after, but that was mainly because Katya and her late brother shared a lot of similar features. It seemed our son had only obtained my dark, Italian eyes, and his mother’s Russian genes had won out, giving him her slender jaw, deep dimples, and loose, brown hair. I wouldn’t have it any other way though.

He was as beautiful as she was.

Katya touched a couple of fingers to her lips and kissed them, then dropped the same two fingers into the crib and pressed them gently to Sacha’s forehead. I wrapped an arm behind Katya’s back and reached in with my other hand to give his head a gentle caress.

“Night, baby,” Katya said quietly. “Mama loves you.”

How my father could look at his child and not instantly fall in love, I would never understand. My son was easily the most important thing in my life, and every day when I thought I loved him the most I was capable of, he proved that there was no limit to how much more obsessed with him I could become.

“Good night, Sascha,” I whispered. “I love you.” He let out a quiet coo, shifting his head from one side to the other, but settled quickly and continued sleeping. “Okay, we’ve rolled the dice enough,” I told Katya, and she nodded, so I took her hand and we left the room as stealthily as we’d entered.

We walked into our bedroom, and I was more than excited to get to theconsummatingpart of our marriage. Katya crossed the room to our bed and I slipped up behind her, wrapping my arms around her torso and pulling her close to me. I kissed her on the neck, then shoulder, then cheek, making it very clear I wanted to waste no time, but Katya turned around and looked up at me.

“I need a few minutes before we start.”

I lifted an eyebrow and smiled. “Oh yeah? Need to change into something… different?”

She snickered and then frowned. “No. I need you to tell me why you and Mario disappeared from the wedding.”