Page 3 of Stalked

Stepping towards the corner of the living room, I snoop through the paintings. I’m not sure what I expected, but surely, it’s not a bunch of death. It’s the only way I can describe it, the feelings, the emotion Gabriel must have put in these.What the fuck happened?It’s not until I get to the last one that the air leaves my lungs. I can’t breathe.

In the middle sits a boy, different shades of black and gray. His arms hover over his face as he screams. The raw emotions, the pain and grief. It’s unsettling, but I can’t take my eyes off it.

Oh, Little Rabbit, what happened to you?

Soft snores reach my ears, stopping me in my tracks. Placing the artwork back in the corner, it doesn’t take long to find his bedroom, with there only being two doors. Pushing the half-opened door, I’m hit with his smell, citrus, mint, and a hint of musk. I groan before I can stop myself. Refusing to even acknowledge the feelings I’m having towards anotherman.

I hold my breath as I make my way closer, praying that he doesn’t wake up and find me hovering over him. I’m not sure what I would do. Gabriel lies on his back, his mouth slightly opened…fuck. Blood suddenly rushes to my cock, and the images of him on his knees taking my length filter into my head.

I wonder if he’d let me fuck his ass with no lube, or if he’d be a bitch and demand it. I could spit right on his hole, stretch him wide with my finger before I fuck his ass and own him. He’d look so beautiful on all fours, head on the mattress, ass in the air, spreading his cheeks apart as I take what I want.

Fuck, he’d look so good choking on my cock, turning different shades of purple as I fucked his mouth. No remorse. I wouldn’t care if he couldn’t breathe. He’d be a good boy and take my cock like the good slut that I know he is.

“Fuck,” I hiss. I can’t. I shouldn’t, but my hand is already unzipping my dress pants, pulling my dick out. My hand wraps around my length, giving myself a good stroke before I’m already moments from cumming. I can’t hold it. My balls swell, my vision blurs and I nearly fall when jets of cum shoot from my dick onto his face. “Fuck, yeah.” I moan, emptying myself onto his pale face.

Taking a deep breath, I bend down, grabbing one of his dirty shirts to wipe my hand and dick off. Tossing the soiled shirt back down, I tuck myself into my pants. My eyes are drawn to Gabriel’s face, my cum seeping into his creamy skin. I can’t help but spread my cum onto his lips, grinning when he sighs. Surprised he didn’t wake up. I cock my head to the side. His blond hair tousled from sleep. And when his tongue darts out in his sleep, tasting me. I groan.

Hovering over him, my face mere inches from his own, I can smell his morning breath. Fuck.I could plunge my cock into his mouth, and he wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it.

Gabriel turns away from me, pulling the covers to his shoulders. Sighing, I decide it’s best if I leave now before I get hard again. Not that I can help it. He's damn magnetic, and I’m losing all control when it comes to him.

My phone vibrating in my pocket pulls me out of whatever trance I must be in. Pulling it out, Kyler’s name flashes across my screen. Whatever it is must be important, so as much as I don’t want to leave, not yet at least, I sigh, backing out of his bedroom.

“Da,” I answer the moment I step out of his apartment, mentally reminding myself that I need to replace his lock.

“Situation at the club.”

“What situation?” I growl, heading downstairs to my SUV.

“I killed someone,” is all Kyler says before hanging up.

“Where’ve you been fucker?” Kyler chuckles the moment I step into the warehouse. Glaring over at him, I think about shooting him in his face as I lay my suit jacket on the table. For all intents and purposes, I wouldn’t actually shoot him. At least not in the face. Maybe in the leg, something he could survive from.

“You good over there?” Kyler’s voice broke through my thoughts. Snapping my head towards him, I nod. Refusing to acknowledge where I had been, he doesn’t need to know that I’m secretly thinking of stalking Gabriel. The one man who can give us where Billy is, and the man I’m refusing to hurt for some unknown reason.

“Thought you said you killed someone?” I ask, nodding my head towards the man hanging from the ceiling. Déjà vu hits me, as we were literally just here a few hours ago.

“I did, and this fucker is next,” he growls, shoving his knife into the guy's thigh. Whoever the poor fucker is screams, shaking his head, snot trailing down his upper lip.

“Care to explain what happened?”

“Just someone who thought he could take without asking,” Kyler growls. The one thing about Kyler is that he hates liars and thieves. What am I saying? He hates everyone, honestly. He didn’t grow up in a loving family like I did. His father was one of the soldiers Dad had. He was decent at his job, according to my Uncle Zane. But it wasn’t until one day when I was ten that I walked in on Kyler’s father, beating him and his mother. When his father punched me in the face and told me if I ever spoke a word of it to anyone, he’d kill me, I was scared. I mean, I was ten, and barely got the concept that my family was dangerous and other people would do anything to get their hands on one of the most dangerous Mafia leader's son.

Thankfully, Kyler ended up going to Zane and Salem, telling them exactly what happened. And when they saw the massive bruise on my cheek that couldn’t be explained as just roughhousing, Aunt Salem gladly took that trash out, and he was never heard from again.

After that, Kyler promised he would always be there for me, and eventually, he became my enforcer and when I was sent to America, he came with me.

“That’s unfortunate.” I sigh.

“Where were you?” Kyler asks once again, stepping closer to me. That creepy fucking smile again is plastered across his face, and blood spots cover his neck and face.

“I went to Gabriel’s apartment,” I mutter, not making eye contact.

“And where is he?” he asks, his eyes glancing behind me. When I refuse to say anything, Kyler frowns, taking a wide step towards me. Now Kyler and I have never fought. Sure, we’ve spotted each other, but not once have we actually thrown hands at each other. The fucker would probably destroy me. He’s got two inches on me, standing at six foot five. Besides being taller, he also works out and is more physical than me. I’m lankier and leaner.

“Tobias,” Kyler hisses, narrowing his eyes at me. If he were anyone else, I’d shoot him.

“Don’t ‘Tobias’ me. Don’t forget your place, Kyler.” I hate pulling theI’m the boss,but he also doesn’t need to stick his nose into my business. He has a habit of doing it, and usually, I don’t care. But with Gabriel, I want him all to myself.

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