Page 6 of Claimed By the Bratva

Pulling into the underground parking, I looked for a spot close to the elevators but secluded. “I am watching,” I said as I took the tape off her hands.

Joyce rubbed at her wrists, nodding. Stepping out of the van, I watched as she headed to the elevator and went inside. As soon as the doors closed, I called Tasha. The phone rang twice, and then her voice boomed into my ear. “Hey, Anton, how can I help?”

Tasha had always had the best phone manners out of all of us. I had never heard her being short with anyone over the phone. She liked to do that in person; even then, it didn’t happen often. Tasha was a kind, peaceful person, sometimes irritated but never angry.

“Hey,” I replied. “Can you keep tabs on every device that belongs to Joyce Lweis?”

“Okay,” Tasha replied, sounding skeptical. “What did you do?”

“She needs to access the computers from her office, so I let her go back in,” I responded, still unsure if I had done the right thing.

“I will let you know if anything jumps out then,” Tasha replied shortly as she hung up.

I monitored the cameras outside the office building for the next two days. People came and went, as did Joyce.Everything appeared normal. Yet, I couldn’t figure out if she was searching for the information I needed or not. I enjoyed watching her and took a ton more photos.

Just before closing on the third day, I received a text from Tasha. Opening my messages, I felt the blood draining from my body as I read it. ‘There is a strange note on her phone. Something about getting proof and turning the man in to the authorities.’

I felt my anger rising sharply as I realized what Joyce was planning. I couldn’t let this happen. I texted Tasha to let her know I understood, then waited for Joyce to leave the building.

She came out at her normal time and headed down the street to her home. I followed and parked across the road. I had to wait for the right time. I couldn’t just grab her with people still around. I watched her small home until dusk had settled before pulling my truck around and parking in her driveway.

Walking to her door, I knew I had to move quickly. I studied the street and surrounding houses before knocking on the door. Armed with my chloroform cloth, I waited. I could see the shock on her face as she opened the door. Before she could scream or move, I was inside, holding her in my arm with the cloth over her mouth.

She instantaneously went limp in my arms. Picking her up, I headed out. The night air was cool but refreshing. The street was quiet, just the way I liked it. Holding her in my arms, I smiled at her unconscious face. She was driving me crazy as I felt my body heating up with a strong desire for her.

Once she was buckled in, I returned to the safe house. I placed her in one of the rooms and locked the door. She would sleep for a good six to eight hours.

At least tomorrow was Friday, and I felt sure we could find a way to work around her absence at the office. I slept a couple of restless hours on the couch and got up at dawn.

Once I had prepared breakfast, I went to wake her. I placed the tray on the bedside table and pulled up a chair. “Joyce,” I whispered. “Joyce, it’s time to wake.” Looking at her sleeping so peacefully pulled at my heartstrings. She was more than merely beautiful.

Startled, she sat up and looked around frantically. “Calm down,” I said, smiling at her. “You’re back.”

She looked at me for a while before scanning the room. “You are in one of the rooms of our safe house. You were a naughty girl,” I said.

As the words left my mouth, I grinned. My mind flooded with images of her in cute, tight outfits, bending over for a spanking. Thinking of her in this way made me smile even more. Shaking my head, I stood up. I couldn’t allow these thoughts and images to invade my mind. I had to focus on the job at hand.

“I’ll leave you to freshen up,” I added, walking to the door. “There’s coffee and breakfast if you want. I’ll be back in a minute.” As I closed the door, I could see she was still confused and maybe even a little disoriented. But I had to make some calls.

Leaning back against the door, I took a deep breath. My heart was still racing. Except for the attraction burning inside of me, her fighting spirit and intense dominant presence were smoking up my mind.

Chapter 4 - Joyce

I should have acted quicker. But no, I had to make sure before telling anyone. Now look where it got me. Right back to the safe house. Dismayed, I sat staring at the floor. I could hear Anton moving around in the living area just outside the door.

It sounded like he was talking to someone, and then there was silence. Rising from the bed, I listened. I couldn’t hear him any longer. Slowly, I walked to the door. My heart was beating in my ears as I moved. The door flung open before I got close enough to put my ear against it to listen. I stepped back rapidly, the door missing my face by an inch.

“Wow,” Anton proclaimed. “Did I almost hit you with the door?”

Straightening myself out, I stood glaring at him with my hands on my hips, firing at him. “No, I’m fine.”

“Joyce, please sit so we can talk,” he stated casually, pulling the chair closer to the bed. I sat on the bed with my arms folded across my chest, pouting. Staring at the foot of the bed, I heard him sigh. “This is not what I wanted,” he added gently.

“Well, you brought me here against my will. It is not what I wanted. You are forcing me to betray the company I work for,” I spat back at him glaringly.

Anton lifted his ass and pulled the chair up to the side of the bed. Sitting back down, he reached out and placed a hand on my knee. “I have a new deal for you,” he stated.

I sat frozen like a statue. His hand was warm where it lay on my knee. From there, I felt heat rushing through me, causing my insides to twist and turn. Instinctively, I wanted to push his hand away, but my muscles wouldn’t move.

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