Page 29 of Stalked & Bred by the BRATVA

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My phone buzzes.

I pull it from my pocket, already knowing who it’s from.

Aleksei.

I asked him to dig.

He always digs well.

Thom Dryden

Age 29

Known affiliations with low-level street crews

Domestic abuse reports x3 (sealed)

Disciplinary history at two jobs

Neighbours filed noise complaints and suspected violence toward sister

Last known location: Southbridge Motel, Room 207

Owes 124K in gambling debts

Currently on probation for assault

I stare at the screen, my jaw clenched so tightly it cracks. Blood roars in my ears.

Gambling debts. Probation.Assault.

He sent her here to suffer. He thought she’d be punished. He thought we’d hurt her. Use her. Break her down like he never managed to do completely.

Instead, I’ve given her silk sheets. Hot coffee. The best food. A locked door and the kind of orgasm she’ll never forget.

I’m the one who gets to have her.

And now I know what he’s done, what hewilldo if I ever let her leave, I’m not just taking her.

I’m keeping her.

I shove the phone in my pocket and head back down the hall. The bedroom door creaks open and I pause in the doorway. She’s sleeping again. The sheet’s slipped off her hips, her bare back arched delicately as she breathes.

She looks wrecked.

Delicate.

Claimed.

But it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.

I walk to the side of the bed slowly. My cock is already hard. I slide my sweatpants down, wrapping my fist around my cock.

I look at her the whole time.

Her soft skin and long hair. Her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips. The curve of her ass beneath the sheet.

She’s mine.

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