Page 33 of Filthy Messages: Stalker Alert!

He lifted his hands up.

“Don’t shoot the messenger. Rosalie would never forgive you if you killed me.”

“I don’t need to kill you, just shoot you. Where the fuck are they, and how did Gia get out of the house?” I asked, then realised what a stupid question it was. I know my sister. I uncocked the gun and put it back in my holster.

“They have four men with them, two beside them and two incognito.”

“That wasn’t what I asked you, dickhead.”

“Joe is waiting downstairs to take you to them. I knew you would freak out.”

“Fuck you,” I said without heat as I cringed at the thought of my girls walking around in the open.

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All three of us sat in front of the spa. Joe was at the front, and Dante was beside me. Rosalie had sent me a scathing text message. I was almost fifteen when she was born, and I still remember seeing her when they brought her from the hospital. She felt more like my baby girl than my little sister. She was my parent's most precious child, and I never felt any envy because the love in our home was abundant. My father had been as vicious as me but was a different man at home.

I clenched and unclenched my fists.

It was the first time Rosalie had ever disrespected my instructions.

Is this what women did? Pile on the guilt.

My eyes went back to the spa doors.

How long did a massage take? I frowned, looking at the door again, when another thought occurred to me.

I opened the door and stormed through the spa doors to the receptionist. I slapped my hand down on the desk. I glance back to see Dante rushing through the doors.

“My sister and fiancee are in here. Are they with female masseuses?”

The blonde-haired woman just looked at me for a moment before replying. I glared at her.

“We only have female masseuses here.”

I exhaled the breath I had been holding. The thought of anyone's hands on my woman’s body made me feel trigger-happy.

Dante grabs my arm and drags me to the waiting area.

“Shall I send their guards away?” He asked as he sat down.

“Leave the two that are by their doors. Send the two outside away,” I said, distracted by the thought of Gia lying on a massage table, all naked and oily.

I began to pace around the small waiting area. After around ten minutes, my men came out of the room, looking at us before nodding, and when I saw Gia and Rosalie behind them, smiling and chatting, I paused to take them in. Gia looked relaxed and happy. Her face had a healthy glow to it that hadn’t been there before. Rosalie saw me first, and no matter how angry she was with me, it didn’t stop her from running towards me and giving me a big hug. I lifted her up and kissed her cheek.

“Do not fuck this up, Roman. I love my new sister-in-law,” she whispered in my ear.

I glanced towards Gia, who stood near the doorway, awkwardly staring at us.

“I think I already have,” I said, pulling back from Rosalie to see her face.

She gave me a dazzling smile.

“She isn’t a prisoner. You’re supposed to get married in two days. Mum would have flipped at you.”

I thought of how my mum would have treated Gia like another daughter. I’ve been clinical and controlling. Rosalie was right. It was time for me to stop thinking like a Boss and start behaving like a husband and father.

I held my baby sister’s cheeks and kissed her forehead.

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