Finding Sebastian

Chapter 2

Pietro stood at the foot of Sebastian's crib. The child looked so peaceful as he slept, unaware of the dangerous man lurking just beyond the crib. He thought it ironic as Sebastian had his arms up in a surrender position. That's right, Seb, you're mine now, Pietro thought.

It was a shame, really. He didn't want to take the child, but it would grant him a truck load of money. The money could get him anywhere at anytime. He could be the new billionaire playboy without a care in the world. As of now, all he cared about was to get the job done.

The Ricci's son. Their only heir. Oliver would be torn to pieces to find the crib empty in the morning.

It surprised him how the couple didn't wake up. He thought Oliver would surely wake upon him creeping in through the window they forgot to close last night. The window was perfexf, actually. He could see everything just by standing a few feet away on the grass.

He recalled seeing Mrs. Ricci's breasts out, feeding little Seb. That's when he called Oliver. He couldn't undo the image he saw. It was forever engraved in his memory. That only made him want Marcia even more than before.

Pietro didn't think Oliver was right for Marcia. Marcia was too pure and beautiful to be Oliver's wife. It made him sick to know that she had a child with that formidable man.

No matter. If he took Sebastian, then they would go looking for him. Then he'd take Marcia. Then Oliver Ricci would have nothing left. He would be a broken man with nothing left to live for. The perfect crime.

He reached down and gingerly picked Sebastian up from where he was sleeping. Sebastian stirred a little in his sleep, but thankfully he didn't wake up. He was shocked by the little weight the child carried. He thought he'd be bigger.

Pietro turned around and was yet again surprised to see none of them had awakened.

However, he did notice that both lovers were naked, no doubt enjoying themselves before finally venturing off to sleep.

Marcia's cheek still had a hue of pink, as did Oliver's. He scoffed at the thought. Marcia should be with him. He had seen her first at the ball. He asked her to dance at least twice and made her laugh countless amounts of times.

Of course, Oliver Ricci just had to come in at the last second to talk to her. He had to sweep her off of her feet until all she thought about was Oliver Ricci. Oliver Ricci with the bright green eyes, short black hair, Muscular and athletic build. Some women even liked the way he carried himself in a confident manner, not caring what people thought of him.

On the other hand, Pietro was on the smaller side with stature, muscles, and confidence. He thought he was a good looking man, but others would disagree with his statement entirely.

There was something Oliver had that He himself didn't have. He couldn't figure it out.

He didn't dwell on it any further as he walked over to the window. The ladder was still there.

He would make an easy escape tonight. He smiled at the thought of receiving enough money to make the perfect getaway and still live comfortably in the European area. After all, that is where Sebastian was going. Europe. More specifically, Italy.

He looked back once more and noticed how their legs were intertwined. He gagged and almost fell off of the ladder from missing a step as he stepped down. He adjusted his weight so that the ladder slammed against the windowsill.

That's when Sebastian started to cry.

Oliver shot up in his bed and looked over at the crib. Sebastian wasn't there.

He started to panic. He then ran over to the window and noticed a man running away with their child over his shoulder into the woods. There was a ladder laying on the ground outside of the window. Son of a bitch.

He rapidly put on a pair of boxers and ran out of the house in hopes to catch the thief.

He ran through twigs, on rocks, leaves and foliage. He followed the cries of his baby boy. He needed to find him. The dark of night blinded him from seeing exactly where he was going. Some places were illuminated by the full moon, whereas other spots he could barely see two feet in front of him.

The cries seemed to carry farther away as he continued to sprint after who he knew was Pietro.

The adrenaline kept him running. He promised his wife that nothing would happen to their child. He thought of the tears in his wife's eyes if he told her that Pietro took him.

That gave him enough for him to surge forward. No matter how fast or hard he ran, the cries were getting farther and farther away.

Then he heard a car engine start. His heart dropped. No. He can't take my boy!

He made it to the road where he saw the car's tail lights speed down the road. He tried to run even faster but to no avail. The red lights seemed to be mocking him as he looked into the distance. He was so close, yet so far away.

He hit the asphalt and screamed out. His fist repeatedly pounded the pavement until he couldn't feel it anymore.

Tears ran down his cheeks for his baby. He needed to get him back. He needed to trace him.

His heart tore at the thought of never seeing his boy again. Not being able to see his first birthday. Not being able to witness his first words, steps. Not being able to throw a ball with him. To see his son grow up and attend the school dances and his first girlfriend and heartbreak.

He had to stop himself. He wouldn't allow his mind to wander further into the future. He had to get him back before any of that happened.

Pietro looked back at the crushed man in his rear view mirror and smirked in victory.

It felt good, really good to have finally won. Now all he had to do was to sell the little bastard. Then, he'd come back and claim Marcia as his.

The child in the back finally ceased its incessant crying and fell asleep. Before he fell asleep, he didn't know what was happening. All he knew was that the man who took him didn't have the same eyes as his momma or his father.

Pietro drove in silence the rest of the way back to the mansion. His heart was still thumping quickly from the adrenaline coursing throughout his body. He didn't think it would turn our that good.

He arrived back at the mansion and brought the child inside. He had no idea what to do with it. Damn, now he needed to get diapers and food to feed the bastard. He decided to bring it up to his room and gathered a bunch of blankets and put him on them. He then went over to his bed and put his hands behind his head as he gazed up at the ceiling.

It was a good night. Scratch that. It was a great night.

He went to sleep thinking of how Oliver would beg for his bastard of a son back. Too bad for him. Sebastian and he would be across the world by tomorrow morning.

He already had the tickets ready for the plane. He had everything figured out weeks ago. His investors would be very proud of him. They would even higher him again for more jobs. All the money would surround him. He would be swimming in it.

Then he'd have enough money to order his own men around to do his dirty work.

He was ready to go back to his mother country with full hands this time around. This time he won't disappoint.