Page 29 of Stalked

Gabriel

Iopen my eyes only to slam them shut at the bright sun from the blinds I forgot to close during my crying fest last night. Sitting up, I glance around the room, stretching my arms above my head. Groaning when my back cracks, I debate on falling back under the covers or facing the day and Tobias. It doesn’t take me long when my stomach growls, and the sudden urge to piss has me jumping from the bed and rushing into the bathroom.

Relieving myself, I take a quick shower, ignoring my reflection in the mirror knowing damn well I look rough. Between the bruises barely starting to heal and my eyes being puffy from crying. I just needa large gallon of iced coffee and donuts. Then I can deal with Tobias and his fucking mood swings.

He had no right to get upset with me not wanting to confide in him about my past when I don’t even know who he is. He keeps all these secrets, and I’m tired of it. He can’t expect me to tell him everything and not tell me shit.

Shoving my legs into another pair of sweatpants and one of Tobias’ sweatshirts, I walk out of the room and down the hall leading to the kitchen. I’m fuming by the time I enter, only to stop mid-step when I find not only Tobias sitting at the kitchen table but the one with black hair that always seems to be hanging around.

“You must be Gabriel. It’s nice to officially meet you,” the strange man says, holding up a cup before sipping on it. Swallowing whatever he drank, he smiles creepily at me. I shiver under his gaze before I realize he spoke to me.

“Uh, yeah,” I muttered, unsure of what exactly I should do. I was angry walking in, but now I’m not too sure.

“I’m Kyler, his enforcer,” he says, nodding his head towards Tobias. Blinking like an idiot, I can’t form the words, the questions that are swarming around my head. “Coffee?”

Once again, I nod my head, feeling uneasy. Stepping back, my skin aches, the tension in my back crumbling my knees. I can feel the weight of everything pushing against my shoulder. I don’t know why I have this feeling.

“Gabriel,” Tobias says beside me. I blink over at him, the uneasy feeling disappearing instantly. “Kyler make it iced,” he orders, and grabbing my hips he pulls me forward. I try to pull away, a weak attempt but at least I can say I tried. He pulls me until his knees hit the chair, and we both fall down onto it. Tobias sits on the chair while I perch on his lap like some showgirl.

“Tobias, I can’t just… let meup.” Only he doesn’t, his hands tighten on my hips, dragging my back to his front.

Looking over at Kyler, who's busy making my iced coffee, I feel weird, and it doesn’t help that when I shift trying to get comfortable, I can feel Tobias' hard cock pressing against my ass. I gasp, looking over my shoulder.

“We need to talk.” He smiles, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Yeah, we do, we definitely do,” I mutter, unable to process the fact that Tobias not only kissed me, but also gave me the most mind-blowing blowjob, ran out, and is now holding me in his lap in front of someone.

I watch Kyler finish making my coffee, feeling uncomfortable that this stranger made me this. But the moment he mutters something in that language I can’t understand, I take a sip and groan as the flavor hits my tongue.

“You shouldn’t be making sounds like that when you’re sitting in my lap,” Tobias growls, his arms tightening around my waist.

“I can get o–”

“No,” he hisses, pressing his lips against my shoulder.

“Then let’s talk,” I huff, sipping my coffee. It’s better if I didn’t have to look at him anyway. I was never good when confronting others. Call it a flaw, or the fact I was abused as a child. To each their own.

“Ask anything…” Tobias reluctantly says after a minute.

“I have so many. I mean, who are you? I don’t even know who you are, yet I have these feelings for you. Why am I here? What happened? I have so much going on up here,” I mutter, tapping my temple.

“I’m… well, fuck, I didn’t want the first question to be a hard one to answer, but, well… I'm Pakhan, the Mafia boss here in America.”

“M–Mafia?” I stutter out, jumping from his lap. Turning around, Tobias seems shocked by the reaction, and well, me too. But I’m already here, and he just… Mafia? Fuck, that’s, this is not good.

Tobias must suddenly realize I’m moments from bolting because he’s up and out of his seat, stalking toward me. Normally, I cower and beg that he leave me alone. I don’t want to be hurt. But Tobias doesn’t scare me and that also might be the worst mistake yet.

Wrapping a hand around my throat, he stands toe to toe. “You weren’t scared of me when I broke in two months ago, you weren’t scared when I stalked you for a month, and you weren’t scared of me all this time. So don’t suddenly run for the hills because I told you I’m some powerful man.”

Rolling my eyes, I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling. Because out of all the things in my life, him being the all-powerful boss doesn’t actually scare me. It scares me that I’m having feelings and it’s too quick.

“So, you admit you were stalking me?” I smirk, waiting for him to tell me the truth.

Tobias’ lips twitch, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.

“Tell me the truth, love.” I smile, leaning further into his hand.

“Yes,” he says immediately. “I’ll admit it once, only… only thisonce,Little Rabbit.”

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