Page 1 of Stalked

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Tobias

Asurge of adrenaline courses through my veins as I take in the bloody mess hanging in front of me. I shove my hands in my pockets as I stare at Nathan, Billy's brother, hanging from the ceiling, blood dripping down to the concrete.

“Stop,” his weak plea echoes around the dim warehouse. “I don’t know… I don’t know where he is. I don’t know,” Nathan rambles on, spit trailing down his chin, mixing with blood from the cuts Kyler gave him an hour ago. Unfortunately, I already know he has no idea where Billy is. If he did, he would’ve told us in the first ten minutes of Kylerworking on him. But I can’t let him go. That’s not how this works. Not in our world. You either stay in it for life or you die.

Nathan and his brother Billy have worked for Derek, who works for me in the shipment of weapons. They thought they were stealing weapons from a small pool; little did they know that wasn’t true. They were stealing from the Russian Mafia. Derek had a feeling Billy was doing something shady, and when Kyler followed Nathan, he found the siblings meeting with the cartel, Rafael to be exact.

No fucking trust in the damn Mafia.

“I know,” I mutter, watching as the words filter through his head. Seconds later he finally realizes what I’ve said before his eyes snap to mine.

Dumb fuck.

“Please… Please, just let me go!” he screams, breaking out in a coughing fit. Probably from the broken ribs Kyler gave him. That’s one thing that I enjoy about my best friend, Kyler. As much of a best friend as he is, he’s also my enforcer. The one who enjoys the messier side of our lives, the physical part. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the thrill of causing others pain, watching them bleed, ripping their organs out. But Kyler has a whole other side to him that thrives in this environment. He craves others’ pain. For example, right now, he has that creepy smile, he can barely contain himself, and when he presses a palm against his junk, I know he’s going to go to the club or one of our underground fight clubs after this. Not that I blame him. I wouldn’t mind hitting a sex club after this, but it’s not the same anymore. It’s almost the same girls, the same fake tits and fake asses.

I’m just tired of that life.

Kyler throws his knife into the air, catching it blade first.Fucking psycho.Rolling my eyes, my laugh gets caught in my throat when Nathan cries even harder, mumbling something under his breath.

“I can’t hear you. Speak up!” I growl, losing my patience.

“He...he has a boyfriend.”

Kyler glances my way as if to say,“Yeah right.”Because in our world you can’t be gay, or bisexual. Granted, those aren’t my views. I was raised by a wonderful mother who taught us that it doesn’t matter who we love, as long as they treat us with respect and care for us. Nothing else matters. My father, on the other hand, I’m not sure how he feels about certain topics. Not that he ever would get a chance to disown me or my sister, Blake, for our preferences when it came to who we loved. My two aunts and mother would probably castrate him and bury him alive.

“I’ll play along,” Kyler finally says when I fail to say anything else. “Who’s this boyfriend?”

“I don’t kn–” Nathan screams, trying to curl his body inward. I hadn’t even noticed Kyler moving, dragging the knife along his torso.

“I don’t have time for your games. Who is this boyfriend!” Kyler hisses in his face.

“Gabe, Gabe something… I, he lives downtown near the art studio, Dreams something…” Nathan whimpers as Kyler drags the blade along his cheek. He doesn’t break skin, but the thought is there.

Sending a text to Emilia to look into the owner of this art studio, Kyler paces back and forth in front of Nathan. I smile as Nathan flinches every time Kyler knocks into him, acting as though it was an accident. Thankfully, it takes Emilia less than a minute to text me back. Gabriel Hollow.

Nodding my head to Kyler, the psycho wastes no time, flicking his knife out, and plunging it into Nathan's throat. The psycho giggles, twisting the knife into his neck, watching the blood drain down his arm.

“Fuck…” Kyler sighs.

“Emilia sent me the address. I’m going to go check it out. You do…well, have fun.” I chuckle, turning on my heel.

“You’ll be safe?” Kyler asks, glancing over his shoulder.

“Always.”

Walking out of the warehouse, I climb into my SUV and head back into town. I don’t usually go out on my own. Being the head of the American side of the Russian Mafia puts a big red mark on your back. But for some gut-wrenching feeling, I want to see this Gabriel alone. I want to see who Billy supposedly is dating. I need to see who would be stupid enough to involve themselves in the Mafia willingly.

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Gabriel

Something was clearly wrong with me. Being held captive should send me screaming for help, begging for them to let me go. Basically, doing anything but admiring my captor's hands as he flexed them by his sides. It was an odd thing to be fixated on, but something about his hands screamed at me. I wanted them wrapped around my throat, pressing against my chest, or touching my dick.

Preferably touching my dick, because the hard-on that I was sporting was not going to fix itself.

I really should not be thinking about this overly large man's hands, or what way he would take me. He’s probably not even gay. In myexperience, most attractive men aren’t. Which is a shame because that’s what I always seem to be attracted to.

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