Page 67 of Kidnapped By the Boss

Fury filled my body—right on the precipice of feeling like Vincent and I had figured everything out, he went and pulledthis? I’d never felt so betrayed or heartbroken in my life.

I couldn’t stand there anymore, I was shattering more and more by the second. I turned around, ignoring Vincent screaming after me. Tears were filling my eyes, and as much as I tried to bite them back, I couldn’t. I rounded the corner into Sascha’s room and immediately picked him up off the floor.

“Can you pack a bag for me please?” I asked. “Quickly?”

“My god, what happened?!” Kari asked.

Just then, Vincent came tripping around the corner, still stark naked. Kari squealed and turned away from him and I screamed, “What? Do you want to showallthe women in this house your dick?!”

“Kat, I can explain!”

“Explain what?” I said. “That you were just actively cheating on me, or the fact that you didn’t recognize that it wasn’t yourwife’s body?!”

“I…” He looked back in the direction of the room. “I don’t understand.”

“Just leave me alone!”

I slammed the door in his face, and Sascha started to cry. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you. Kari? The bag!”

“Sorry! It’s hard while trying to avoid looking at your husband’s genitals.” She handed me Sascha’s diaper bag and said, “What about you?”

I barked. “I’ll be fine,” then I whipped open the door to see Vincent was still standing there, although now making some attempt to cover himself. “Move.”

“Kat, please.” He grabbed my arm. “Let’s just… We can figure this out.”

“No, we can’t!” I snatched it away from him. “I’m leaving.”

“Katya, please, wejustworked things out!”

I whipped my head around and looked at him like he was insane. “Yeah! Which is why I expected you not to gosleep with someone else!”

“I really don’t…” He was at a loss for words, so I just stormed away from him. “No, wait!” He bolted into the bedroom yelling, “Let me just put something on!”

But I didn’t slow down and instead kept going until I was outside. I ran into the garage, quickly strapped Sascha in, and then climbed in and pulled out. Vincent was just running out of the house with sweatpants on as I was exiting out onto the road that would take me to the front of the estate, trying to wave me down, but I didn’t slow. When I got to the front gate, I waved Giorgio down, and he let me out without questioning it. He picked up his phone and set it to his ear before quickly trying to shut the gate again, but it was too late. I was already past the threshold and driving out onto the road.

Sascha was still crying in the back from all the commotion, and I was trying to soothe him, but I wasn’t doing a very good job considering the fact that I was sobbing myself. This didn’t make any sense. Why would Vincent do that?Howcould Vincent do that? I thought we’d made it. I thought we crossed the finish line.

Now we were broken beyond repair.

Pretty soon, I was crying too much to see the road clearly, and I didn’t want to crash with Sascha in the car, so I pulled over. I had to find somewhere to go for the night anyway, so I figured I could stop, get ahold of myself, help Sascha calm down, and figure out where he and I would be going for the night.

And I guess, for the indefinite future.

There was a rest stop along the road and I pulled in, parking my car in one of the angled slots before completely losing it on my steering wheel. I slammed my head against it and began sobbing uncontrollably. My stomach was in knots, my head was pounding, and every time Vincent’s face crossed my mind, I just started to cry all over again. I was so heartbroken that I couldn’t think straight.

Sascha picked up into a particularly loud wail, and I turned around to tell him everything would be okay, but what I was met with instead was a vision out of a nightmare. In fact, it made me think that maybe Iwasjust suffering from a crazy nightmare, that would explain Vincent, but the pain in my neck was throbbing, and I knew this was very real.

Antonio was sitting in the back of my car, with his hand in Sascha’s car seat, holding a knife against my baby’s face.

“I’ll do what you want,” I said immediately. “I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t hurt my son, please.”

Antonio was clearly hurt from when I’d shot him, but he was certainly there, in the flesh, like a zombie back from the dead. “I’m glad to hear you say that. I knew that I’d get you eventually. Now I’m going to tell you where to go and you’re going to go there, because if you don’t, I’m going to kill your son while you watch.”