Page 17 of Stalked

I really need to learn Russian or get my hands on some type of translation. I don’t like not knowing what they’re saying, not being clued in; it feels like they’re talking about me. And when the man in the doorway glances over at me, I know the truth. Whatever is being said is definitely about me.

“Kto tam voobshche?” Tobias asks, still refusing to look away from me.

I shift, feeling uncomfortable that both of them are watching. I mean, I have no idea what they’re even saying.

“Boris, Lev, Oleg, and Pavel.”

It doesn’t take a genius to know those are names, but the nagging question is, what are they talking about? And don’t they know it’s rude to talk in another language in front of those who can’teavesdrop?

“Boris prichinil bol' Gabriel, ya sobirayus' prepodat' yemu urok.” My name was clear and now even if I had a little doubt, they were talking about me, it was clear now.

“It’s rude to talk about someone when they’re right here,” I hiss, rolling my eyes.

Tobias smiles, tilting his head to the side.

“My apologies, Little Rabbit.” Getting to his feet, he adjusts his suit jacket. “I have some business to attend to. You can wander all you like, just not outside, not until I can show you around.” Walking around the desk, he steps close enough I can feel the heat from his body. My eyes travel up, and my breath catches when he slowly bends down, each arm sitting on the armrest. “And I mean it, no outside…and I wouldn’t go downstairs. You won’t like the consequences if I find out you’ve disobeyed me.”

Oh, fuck me.I think I would like those consequences.

Tobias stands, not glancing back once before he’s walking out of the office, the door closed. Leaving me alone with the idea of disobeying him, and my dick getting hard with the idea.

I really shouldn’t disobey him. But then again, I don’t listen very well.

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Tobias

Teaching him a lesson as in I’m going to murder Boris slowly. I’m going to pull his guts out, slowly, and force everyone to watch as I remove every single organ from that piece of shit. Gabriel is mine, mine to touch, fuckingmine.It took everything in me not to murder him right there in the office. But I couldn't scare Gabriel. He needed to know who I was before he found out I’ve murdered people. Sure, he knew Billy, but he doesn’t know that it’s what I do for a living. He might not even know what Billy did.

“So...” Humor filled Kyler’s voice. “Are we going to talk about it?”

Walking through the kitchen, we step outside into the cool air, the wind picking up. Pulling out a cigarette I light it, inhaling the pure bliss.

“He was sitting at your desk,” Kyler scoffs. “I’m not even allowed to sit there. The last time I tried you broke my nose.”

Smiling against my cigarette, Kyler tried a few years ago when this house was freshly built to sit behind my desk. I walked in to find him getting comfortable, and though I didn’t have a good reason, I had banned anyone behind my desk since then. Even Kyler.

“What happened with Boris and Gabriel?” Kyler asks as we follow the stepping-stones down to a small warehouse I have in the back of the property. It’s where most of the guards sleep, and where Boris is going to die.

“I, uh, I wasn’t stalking, but I saw that Gabriel was snooping around. When he went into my office, Boris followed and put his hands on Gabriel,” I growled, taking the last drag of my cigarette.

“You seem, well, extremely protective of this guy.”

It’s a sign of weakness. We both know this. In the Mafia, showing you outright care for another person, especially your wife or in my case another guy, they become a target, even with my own men behind me. You can’t trust anyone; your own can turn on you at any given moment. So, I walked into the guards’ sleeping area to order them to leave Gabriel alone and that if I hear or see any of them touching Gabriel, I’ll kill them.

I don’t say anything. Flicking the butt of my cigarette into the sand cup next to the door, Kyler and I step into the small warehouse. All ten guards that aren’t on duty are there, along with Boris who stops laughing the moment I step into the area.

“Attention!” I yell. Watching as each of them line up, hands behind their back waiting for my order. The feeling never gets old, the power, all of it, sitting in the palm of my hand.

Kyler stands behind me, as he always does. While I still focus on the men, Kyler does a better job at watching their every move. It only happened once when one of the guards thought it was a good idea to step out of line and question my orders. He’s now somewhere in the ocean.

“Boris come here,” I order. His eyes widen. I know he thought he got away with what he did. Because not only did he touch Gabriel but didn’t listen when I told him to leave him alone. He thought it was a good idea to question me, and for that alone, he deserves to die. No one questions me.

Ever so slowly Boris steps between everyone and makes his way in front of me, leaving a good few feet gap between us.

“When I give an order what do you do?” I ask in Russian, loud enough for everyone to hear. Visible sweat drips from his forehead, and his tongue darts out as he nervously twitches. Good.

When he doesn’t speak, I step closer, my height towering over him. I might not be extremely tall, but at six foot three, it's more than the average, but it’s enough on Boris.

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