Page 28 of Filthy Messages: Stalker Alert!

Damn it, I could practically hear the pout in my voice. Me, Roman Neri, a hardened criminal.

Her frown deepened before she shook her head at me.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered.

I shrugged my shoulders. Sore or not, I wasn’t going to stop dumping my cum inside her every opportunity I got.

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We got to the construction site late. Dante had recovered the stolen cash. There wasn’t much missing, and the only party who had been involved was Terry. Sol and Marco just happened to get a nasty repercussion of what would happen if anyone ever crossed me.

I glanced at Dante.

“I want to be done quickly tonight.”

He snickered.

“I bet you do.”

I couldn’t even be pissed after being inside Gia this morning. I had rubbed some cream on her sore little pussy last night to ensure it was in tip-top shape this morning for me to get balls deep inside her again.

I pulled out my phone and messaged her.

Me: 01:09 Make sure you’re naked when I get back. I don’t mind fucking you while you sleep.

I smirked before slipping my phone back into my trouser pocket.

“Does she know yet?”

“Nah, I’m leaving it for a surprise on the day,” I replied, knowing he was referring to our wedding.

“You’re a brave man,” he said, shaking his head.

“Is the cement ready?” I asked.

“Yes. Most of the men are here as you requested,” he replied.

“Good. Let's go and lay some foundations then.” I said, stalking towards the side of the building.

I saw my foreman, David, and I nodded to him. He was there to ensure the foundation concrete was poured out correctly.

I could see Dante and the men had stripped and beaten Terry in all shades of colours.

I scanned all my men before addressing them.

“I don’t care if it’s one penny or one million pounds stolen from me. Disloyalty and theft will never be tolerated. You’re all here to witness what happens to people who think it’s acceptable to steal from me or my partners,” I shouted, eyeing everyone up before my eyes reached Terry’s.

One of his eyes was swollen shut.

“I’m sorry, Mr Neri. It was a mistake.”

I ignored him and nodded towards David. He walked over towards Terry and shoved him into the large hole. The concrete pouring truck was already in position. My eyes remained on my men.

Between Dante and myself, we knew them all.

“Don’t worry, Terry, we will look after the wife and kids you had been ready to desert,” I said, peering over at him.

What a useless fuck of a man.

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