Page 24 of Filthy Messages: Stalker Alert!

I switched it off quickly, shoved the phone in my suit pocket, and reached for the file beside me.

My sexy little nerd was going to have to wait her turn.

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I glanced at the time as soon as the meeting was over. It had been almost two hours since I left Gia. I walked into my office only to find Dante sitting there waiting for me.

“Did you get him?” I asked.

“Yeah, he was hiding out in Wales. No doubt biding his time to get across to Ireland, he was found holed up near the port.”

I couldn’t deny that Dante was thorough in finding him out there.

He must have seen my expression because he continued.

“I wish I could take the credit, Boss. But it was Mitchell who tracked his credit card transactions. The dumb fuck had cash, yet he used electronic payments,” he said, shaking his head.

I nodded, just wanting him out of the office so I could check on Gia.

“Set up everything in Kent for tomorrow night,” I said.

He looked at me in surprise. I know I would normally be on this immediately, but my prime focus was on bringing Gia in line and breeding her pretty pussy.

“Sure, Boss. You want them to be warmed up for you?”

“Get the information out of them. I need to know how much Sol and Marco knew about this. Make sure that nothing goes wrong with this, Dante. I’m leaving this in your hands for now.”

His face hardened, and he stood up.

“I’m on it,” he said before walking towards the door.

As soon as he left, I pulled up Gia’s video feed. I grimaced when I saw she looked exhausted. I zoomed in on her, and I could see her hair and sweat around her. There was a large wet patch on the grey bedsheets.

Oh shit. She might have pissed herself.

I thought of my mother and Rosalia. My poor baby was just going to have to get through this. I had hunted my parent's killers down. I stripped their organisation down piece by piece, but the rage and fear of losing a loved one stayed with me.

I messaged Eleanor to ensure she was ready to clean up the bedsheets when I got home. My bedroom didn’t have bars on it, but it was too high up for her to escape. It was time to move her into the master bedroom.

I rubbed my jaw as I plotted the next part of my plan. I picked up the phone and made several calls. Within the next two weeks, she would have no choice but to accept me, no matter how cruel she may think I am at the moment.

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By the time I got home and into Gia’s bedroom, the vibrator had died. When I moved closer to her, I could see from her eyes she had been crying. I gently unbuckled the mouth gag from her face before I unstrapped her from the bed. I pulled the wet vibrator out of her, tossing it on the bed. I wrapped her up with the cotton sheet that was lying at the bottom of the bed and carried her to my bedroom. She gripped my shoulder but didn’t look at me.

Her resistance was going to be an issue. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought. My little nerd had more backbone than I could have anticipated. I was almost to my bedroom door when she smacked my neck.

I looked down at her blue eyes, which were now full of tears.

“You find this fucking funny? You’re a fucking monster,” she cried out.

I gripped her tighter and nudged my door open, walking inside and using my foot to kick it shut.

“I am, and you will get used to it,” I said with grim determination.

I took her into the bathroom and stood her upright, pulling the sheet off her. I nudged her to get into the bath I had filled for her and began to strip off.

I knew she would be tender, so I ensured the water wasn’t too hot. I watched as she climbed into my massive bathtub. She sighed as she sat down in the water. When she looked up at me and saw me stripping out of my clothes, she narrowed her eyes at me. All that fire and anger only fucking turned me on.

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