"How was the wedding?" A man asked Ryan as he walked through the door to the bed room.
"Perfectly, no one suspects a thing," Ryan smirked, crawling onto the bed next to the dark haired man.
"Where's your new wife," the man asked mockingly.
"With her newest lover, no doubt thoroughly enjoying her wedding night."
The man smiled at that trying to hide the relief he felt.
"Aww, Bobby. Were you jealous? Worried I'd prefer her over you?" Ryan teased.
Robert "Bobby S" Shannon, the notorious Irish Mafia Boss, actually blushed before rolling his eyes.
"Don't worry Bobby, you're the only one for me," Ryan comforted, smirk still firmly in place.
Changing the subject, "So no one has any suspicions?"
"No. Sometimes I wonder if I really work with detectives. They never noticed I kept disappearing at random times, narcotics never realized they sent me undercover as myself, and Jenny still hasn't realized I walked in that bar looking specially for her. Then again in her case she probably doesn't care either way," Ryan sighed. "I had expected Javier or Beckett to at least notice something was off. It's rather disappointing. They have gotten better since they met Castle though," Ryan trailed off, going into deep thought, probably thinking about ways to keep his secret a secret a little longer, especially with Castle around. That guy just wouldn't stop until he had the whole story.
"Let's not dwell on it tonight," Bobby said bringing Ryan out of his thoughts.
"You're right. It's my wedding night, and I can think of quite a few ways I want to enjoy it," Ryan's voice was low as he gave Bobby a suggestive look.
Bobby grinned, "For you, Fenton, anything."