Page 1 of Filthy Messages: Stalker Alert!

Chapter 1

Roman

The fight is getting mundane now. I shouldn’t toy with him.

“Is that all you got?” I said, egging him on to see what he had left in him before I took him down.

“I’m only going easy on you because you’re the boss,” he said through his pants. The blood is dripping down the side of his forehead.

Some men chuckle, and from the corner of my eye, I can see the money exchanging hands. I can’t help but grin at their confidence in me.

I punch Dante in his face while bringing my other fist up to give him an uppercut under his chin. He collapses in the ring. I step over him and climb out of the ring. I ignore the men and head straight for the shower.

The fucker won’t be late for a meeting again.

???

I pull my bag out of the locker and check my phone for any messages or emails. I see six text message notifications from an unknown number and two from my arms dealer. I put the phone back in the locker and rub a towel through my hair.

Once I’ve got some clothes on, I open up my messages.

Unknown Number: 12:34 Where are you?

Unknown Number: 12:55 Seriously? You’re dead when you get here.

Unknown Number: 12:57 In fact, you had better be dead already. Save me a job.

Unknown Number: 13:06 I’m leaving if you’re not here in 30 minutes.

Unknown Number: 13:31 You are now officially dead to me. RIP.

Unknown Number:13:34 I hope you choke on a dick. No. I take that back. You would enjoy it too much.

I frown at my phone. I don’t have any meetings this afternoon. This prick must have a death wish. I reply back to him.

Me: 13:36 If you don’t stop messaging this number, I will hunt your ass down and slice your balls off.If they aren’t too small, I will make you choke on them first.

I smile when I don’t get a response.They had read the message.I deleted the message thread and checked Cam’s messages. It’s the location, delivery date and time in our usual code. A quick look at my emails. I saw nothing urgent.

Unknown Number: 13:39 I don’t have balls, but if I did, I would slap them on your face, and you would love it. Now stop fucking with me. Where are you?

Huh, a woman with a filthy mouth.

Me: 13:41 Look, lady. I don’t know who you think I am, but you have the wrong number.

Unknown Number: 13:42 Simone? Are you fucking with me?

Me: 13:44 I’m not Simone, and I’m not fucking you. But if you are that hard up for a fuck, I wouldn’t mind emptying my balls in you. It seems you are free this afternoon.

I smirk at the screen and wait for a moment. When no responding text comes back to me, I slip it into my pocket and leave the changing room.

By the time I’m in the car, I’m focused on this afternoon’s work in the office.My legitimate front with my construction firm is essential. It gives me a fallback to my criminal empire, and I can funnel money through several holding companies in order to protect my ill-gotten gains. I have my wealth spread across a few different countries.

Money, power and status are everything in my world. It can become tiresome, but this is the price of being born a boss.

I sigh and mentally prepare for the rest of the day.

Chapter 2

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