Page 49 of Kaid's Empire

“You're so insane and controlling,” I whisper to Kaid

“Yeah, and it’s why you love me,” he retorts.

He's right, it is. We exchange our vows and rings and are soon announced husband and wife. Kaid kisses me and he does it like we are the only people in the room. Whistles and hoots ring out, and I laugh.

“Now you're mine forever, Mrs Volklov. My Kroschka, my queen.”

Kaid

2 years later

“No, I am not having that near her, you clear the entire suite. Her safety is what is important. You knew we were arriving today, so why has this shit not been done?” I bark.

I catch the hotel manager flinching in fear. “Yes, sir. Right away.” He apologies and scurries off. I need to hire a new manager; I can practically smell the piss in his pants––he needs a backbone.

“Will you stop being such an arsehole to the poor staff? The suite is perfectly fine,” Thea states, coming up to me. I growl and pull her into my arms.

“She could hurt herself,” I state before taking her mouth and kissing her.

Thea smiles against my lips and shakes her head, looking past me to our one-year-old daughter who is currently sat chewing on one her toys. “She is fine, see? You have to stop being so over protective of her.” She tuts.

I raise my eyebrow at her. “Do you even know who you are married to?” I question.

She shakes her head and walks over, picking up our daughter and kissing her chubby cheeks. I hold out my hands to take her from Theia. “Give me my daughter,” I demand.

Theia sighs, handing her over. “She has a name, you know. Maybe you could call her it more often than just daughter.”

“Yes, I know she has a name, I just like her and others to know she's my daughter,” I defend. Theia raises her brow at me, and I relent. “Fine, our daughter, Beatrice.” We named her after my mother, and Theia calls her Bea for short.

There's a knock at the door. I stride to it with Bea in my arms. I swing the door open to see at least ten hotel staff stood there, looking petrified. “We are here to make the suite safe for you, sir,” the young bell boy states. I stand to the side, not saying anything, allowing them in.

“Oh my goodness, isn’t she the cutest!” one of the women coos, going to touch her. I step away.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” I bark protectively.

“Jesus Christ,” Theia mutters, walking over. “Sorry, please come in, we will just go down to the beach for a while.” She smiles while gritting her teeth at me.

“Fine,” I relent. “Make sure you all wash your hands and anything you touch you make it sterile for our return. If my daughter gets ill because one of you made her ill then I will fucking hunt you down,” I bark over my shoulder as Theia is practically pushing me out of the door.

“Okay, enough!” Thea chastises while we wait for the elevator, and when the door ping open, we step in.

I grab hold of her behind the neck and turn her to me. I slam my mouth down on hers before she can start giving me shit. Bea giggles and slaps both our faces. Breaking the kiss, I smile at her––as does Theia.

“Just because you’ve kissed me doesn’t mean I'm not going to give you crap for your diva behaviour back there.” She smiles, biting her bottom lip. I let out a deep growl––she knows what that does to me.

“Diva? Are you calling the Pakhan of the Russian mafia––the leader of the Bratva––a diva?” I question.

“Absolutely.” She nods.

Bea swings her arms about, nearly hitting us in the face as I lean in to whisper in her ear. “Watch yourself, Kroschka, or you know there will be punishments,” I threaten. Her eyes alight at the thought of my threat.

The elevator doors open, and we make our way to the private beach. Theia looks around. “Really, Kaid?” she asks.

“What?” I question.

“We have six men of yours following us, is this how its going to be the entire time? We don’t need to be chaperoned.” She huffs.

“I know that, but for yours and Beatrice’s safety, I will do whatever it takes,” I remind her.

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