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Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Inappropriate Top
Alissia POV“Do you not hide your face?” I ask, feeling confused.Blake turns to me with a wink. “When you can get into their system and shut down their cameras and security, why would you?”He’s already done that? I stare at him, wondering just how deep his skills run. “You’ve done that?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.“Already sorted it. The cameras went down about two hours ago,” he says with a quick glance at his phone. “Everything is set. Come on,” he pushes open the door to a large building, and I follow him inside, my steps quieter now as the thrill—and fear—of what we’re doing hits me.He leads me through the corridors until we stop at a door, one that looks eerily familiar from the pictures we’d seen earlier.“Whose office is this?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.“The boss’s office,” he answers, smirking as he steps inside, his eyes scanning the room like a predator looking for its prey. Within moments, he finds what he’s looking for—a small, hidden camera perched in th
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Finding Her
DemitriI stare at the documents in front of me, trying to focus. Numbers, shipments, deals—it’s all routine. Yet my mind keeps drifting back to her. Alissia. Everything about tonight gnaws at me. The dress. The dancing. The way her leg was exposed for all to see. I can still feel the tension from when I had to pull her dress closed, my hand gripping the fabric so tight it almost tore.She’s different. I can’t deny that anymore.“Have someone follow her,” I mutter to Axel, my tone sharp. His eyes widen in surprise.“Is that wise?” he asks cautiously.“I’m keeping my distance,” I say, leaning back in my chair and rubbing my temples. “I’m not watching her myself. I want someone else watching. After the threats, I feel like she isn’t safe. Send someone to keep an eye on her.”Axel sighs, knowing better than to argue when I make a decision. He pulls out his phone and sends a message, likely to one of our men who specialize in this kind of thing. I need to make sure she’s protected without
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Staying With Her
Demitri POVI step into the shadows, keeping my distance, watching her. I follow her, keeping to the shadows, careful to stay out of sight. She walks slowly, her clothes sticking to her from the rain, her head down, arms wrapped around herself as though she’s trying to shield against more than just the cold. I should turn back, I tell myself. I shouldn’t be here. But something keeps me following her, my footsteps quiet against the wet pavement.Twice, she turns, sensing someone. Her eyes scan the street, looking for movement, but I’m good at this. I stay hidden, watching her closely. Each time, she shakes her head and keeps walking, her pace quickening just slightly.I debate with myself, questioning whether I should speak to her, whether I should let her know I’m here. Would it be a mistake to intervene? I’m already too involved as it is. But something about seeing her alone, drenched, and vulnerable, won’t let me turn away.As she reaches her apartment building, she glances behind h
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Talking To Her
Demitri POVHer door creaks open, and I glance up. She steps out, fully dressed now, her hair tied up, her face still flushed from whatever internal storm she’s brewing. The confidence is back, the calm exterior in place, but I can see the tension in her movements.“Comfortable now?” I ask, leaning back, arms still crossed. She ignores me, moving into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water, the fridge light casting a soft glow against the darkened apartment. I can hear the cap twist as she takes a sip, still refusing to answer.“I meant it, Alissia,” I say, my voice low but firm. “I’m not leaving until I see this stalker of yours for myself. I don’t trust anyone else to make sure you’re safe. Not after the bullshit you’ve been getting yourself into.”She sets the bottle down, turning to face me with a look I can’t quite place—somewhere between defiance and intrigue. “And what if I don’t need you to keep me safe? What if I can handle this just fine on my own?”I laugh. “You wouldn’t b
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Play Nice
Blake POVI think I finally hit a nerve with Alissia. Not with the explicit sexual content, or the breaking into offices, or even the hacking. No, what seemed to rattle her was the idea of using someone’s secret affair against them. For someone who claims to have no limits, who says nothing phases her, she sure looked affected by that.As I walk back into my apartment, the weight of her reaction lingers. Not that I have time to dwell on it. There’s too much to do before I see her again. I’m not just keeping tabs on her for fun—I need to make sure no one else is accessing her laptop like I did. Plus, I plan on sitting with her when we watch the fallout from those pictures. I have the work schedules, and the guy isn’t in until nine, which gives me time to make sure everything is in place.She surprised me by agreeing to let me have access to her laptop. I expected more of a fight, maybe some boundaries. But no, she handed it over. That makes me wonder—does she plan to just ditch the lap
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Attitude
Blake POVBefore I can sit down, Demitri throws out another mocking comment. “At least you have some use.”I stop in my tracks, irritation flaring. “Keep pushing, and I’ll have everything off your secure network in seconds. One little leak, and see how fast your empire crumbles.”Demitri pulls out his gun, his eyes flashing with anger. Of course.“Stop!” Alissia’s voice slices through the tension. “I thought there was honor among thieves. Isn’t that the saying?”We both laugh. It’s the wrong thing to say.“No, kitten,” Demitri smirks, “it’s no honor among thieves. You can’t trust them.”“Right, but surely you two could work together? He could keep your stuff safe, right?” She looks between us, her voice laced with desperate logic.Demitri scoffs. “He’s not coming near my network.”“I don’t want to,” I mutter, folding my arms. “How many people have you killed this week?” I add, my voice full of sarcastic bite.Demitri laughs darkly. “I’ve got space for another if you keep running that
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Bickering
LucasI haven’t spoken to Alissia since our first meeting. Been busy, working on our next target. The one who made that threat to her on the dark web? I figured out who he is—Ryan Jenkins. I’ve kept her out of it for now. She doesn’t need to be involved yet, not until I’m sure it’s safe. Jenkins is a wildcard, the kind of guy who dabbles in everything but masters nothing. A hacker, a stalker, a rapist, a murderer—he’s sloppy, all over the place. But he’s dangerous enough to get away with it because he has money and connections. He can pay off the right people to make evidence disappear, and walk free every time he screws up.He’s been on my radar ever since he threatened her. The problem is, I can’t afford to let him see her—he could make a move, and I can’t risk that. I’ve been watching him, planning. Normally, I’d take my time, but every day Jenkins is alive is another day Alissia is at risk. And I can’t have that.She’s bold, reckless even, but I doubt she realizes the kind of dang
Last Updated : 2025-01-21Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Refusing
Lucas POVAlissia sighs, rubbing her forehead like she’s already exhausted by this. “Yes, I do.”His eyes narrow, his patience wearing thin. “You gain nothing from being here, Lucas. Walk away. You know it’s the smarter move.”I lean back, unfazed. “And what if I refuse? You gonna make me?” Of course he knows me, that menas he's Demitri. He's the only mafia I've had contact with.He steps forward, his frame towering as the air around us crackles with tension. “That would be a foolish move.”Before I can respond, Alissia steps between us, her voice sharp, cutting through the standoff. “Enough! Demitri, if he ends up dead, I’m coming for you. I’m working with him. I agreed to shadow him, and I’m not backing out. This is my choice, not yours.”Her words hang heavy in the air, and for a moment, it seems like she’s the only one holding us all together. Demitri’s death glare remains locked on me, though. “Just a warning, Lucas,” he growls. “If she gets hurt because of you, they won’t find y
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Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Epilogue 2
Blake POVThe backyard is alive with laughter and music, a celebration buzzing with life. Today is Zane’s third birthday, and he’s tearing across the lawn, his little legs pumping as he darts between the tables. Not far behind him is Elijah, toddling as fast as he can to keep up with his older brother, his green eyes wide with excitement. I watch them both, my chest tightening with pride and love I never thought I’d feel.Demitri’s over by the grill, chatting with Axel while flipping burgers, and Lucas is putting up the last of the decorations that Alissia decided we “needed” at the last minute. As for Alissia, she’s cradling Keziah in her arms, bottle-feeding her while keeping a close eye on our two sons as they play. The whole scene is something I never dreamed would be mine—kids, family, this sense of belonging that goes deeper than I can put into words.Alissia made sure it was as close to a regular kids party as possible, no overly priced locations, just something simple at home
Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Epilogue 1
Demitri POVAs I pace quietly through the kitchen, Keziah nestled soundly in my arms, her tiny breaths soft against my chest, I feel the weight of it all—the life we’ve built, the family we’ve created. Axel leans against the door, arms crossed, his expression one of quiet amusement, a glint in his eye that tells me he’s up to something.“What, Axel?” I murmur, keeping my voice low to avoid disturbing Keziah.“Nothing,” he replies, though the smirk says otherwise. I narrow my eyes at him, and he finally chuckles, unable to hold back. “You know she’s three months old now, right?” he says, raising an eyebrow.I frown, not quite following. I grab my coffee, nodding for him to follow me as I head out of the kitchen. “And?” I prompt, confused by his insinuation.He shrugs, his grin widening. “I was just thinking… after Zane was born, you three were so caught up in the whole baby frenzy that you kinda… forgot a key point about Alissia. Next thing we know, Alissia’s pregnant again, and then w
Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Unexpected Event
Alissia POVI don’t know how long I’ve been out when a sharp, intense pain jolts me awake. I gasp, clutching my stomach, my heart racing as I try to make sense of what’s happening. The pain is undeniable, and as it fades, I feel Demitri’s hand on my shoulder, concern etched into his face.“What’s wrong?” he asks, eyes wide, and I can feel the tension ripple through the car as Blake and Lucas turn, alarmed.“I think…” I pause, sucking in a shaky breath. “I think I’m in labor.”Demitri stares at me, as if hoping he misheard. “This better be a joke, Alissia,” he says, his voice a mixture of worry and frustration. “We’re still an hour away.”I manage a laugh, but it quickly turns into a scream as another contraction hits, the pain searing through me. “Oh god, it hurts!” I gasp, squeezing his hand with all my strength.“Okay, okay, don’t panic,” Blake says from in front of me, though his voice sounds anything but calm. “Lucas, find something—anything—useful. Blankets, towels… anything. I'l
Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Utilizing Them
Alissia POVI rest my hand on my stomach, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves flutter beneath my fingertips. My book was published three months after we moved into our new home—six months ago now. And here I am, cutting things close to the wire, but there was no way I was going to miss this event, not for anything.Suddenly, I feel strong hands grip my shoulders, gently but firmly pushing me down into a chair. I look up to see Demitri standing over me, a smirk on his face. I glare at him, but he only shrugs and lets out a soft chuckle, clearly unfazed. The room around us is buzzing with energy, filled with authors at their tables displaying all sorts of extravagant setups—banners, exclusive bookmarks, even themed merchandise like mini handcuffs and… sex toys. Meanwhile, at my table, there’s just me and these three men. I have books and such and as well, but it's these three who are the main attraction. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but none of them would even consider stay
Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer My Space
Alissia POVThe marble floors beneath my feet are pristine, veined with dark streaks that run through the stone like rivers. In the center, an elaborate medallion design is inlaid, drawing the eye and adding a touch of artistry to the already lavish setting. Along the walls are portraits in gilded frames, each one depicting figures from history or perhaps ancestors I’ll never know. The sconces beside each painting cast a soft, ambient light, illuminating the dark wood paneling that lines the walls and lends an air of timeless elegance.I stand there, awestruck, and feel Demitri’s hand rest lightly on the small of my back, guiding me further inside. “Welcome home,” he murmurs, his voice gentle, yet filled with a pride that’s unmistakable.Turning to face him, I still can’t quite process what I’m seeing. “This… all of this… it’s ours?” I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath.“Yes,” Blake chimes in with a grin. “A real home for all of us, and a place where our family can grow.”Lu
Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer A New Place
Alissia POVThis week has been all about immersing myself in my book. The second draft is finally done, and I’ve been piecing together the perspectives of Demitri, Blake, and Lucas, capturing their unique thoughts and emotions. They’ve been surprisingly helpful, giving me these rare glimpses into their minds during moments I wouldn’t otherwise understand. But even though the draft is complete, releasing it isn’t quite on the horizon yet. There’s one major thing in my life that needs my attention first.Jenni nudges me, breaking my train of thought, and I glance down at the pregnancy test on the bed. “You know you actually have to look at it to see the results, right?” she teases, her chuckle light but encouraging.I groan, my stomach knotting with anxiety. “This wasn’t in the plan, Jenni! We were supposed to stick to the plan!” My voice is almost a whine, frustration spilling over.“Planning isn’t always necessary, you know,” she laughs, not the least bit fazed. “But if you’re gonna d
Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer A Seat Each
DemitriA week has passed since that date with Alissia, and every night since, I’ve tried to create small, ordinary moments with her. Even if it’s something as simple as sitting quietly with a book for ten minutes, I find myself drawn to carving out these snippets of normalcy for her—and, strangely, for myself too. It’s a shift that hasn’t gone unnoticed.Lucas and Blake have been watching me with a mix of curiosity and confusion, clearly wondering what’s prompted these small changes. They’re not ones to pry, but the unspoken questions in their eyes are obvious. Today, however, some things are going to change, and I need them to be a part of it. I’ve made up my mind, and there’s no turning back.When our car finally stops, we step out and make our way into the restaurant. The air is thick with the scent of expensive wine and seasoned wood, the atmosphere humming with quiet conversations and the soft clink of glass. Lucas and Blake follow behind, exchanging wary glances as I lead them
Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Writing
Alissia POVI sit on Lucas’s lap, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, absorbing his words, the intensity of his memories, and the raw honesty that drips from every line he’s just written. There’s something liberating about letting the story be real, about capturing not just the actions but the emotions beneath them—the twisted, obsessive need that drove him to act out, to lash back.“Go on,” he murmurs, his voice low and encouraging as he wraps his arm around my waist, anchoring me there. “Keep that line. Let it shape the chapter. Show how I felt, how my control slipped with every message that went unanswered.”His words sink into me, and I type out a few more lines, allowing myself to step inside his mind, to feel the frustration, the dark hunger that simmered beneath his surface. Lucas watches as I write, his eyes on the screen, reading every word as it takes form. I can feel the intensity in his gaze, like he’s reliving the moment, pulling me deeper into his world.After a while
Claimed By Three: The Stalker, The Don and The Killer Our Time
Alissia POVAfter getting dressed, I step out and spot Lucas in the kitchen, focused and completely at ease, stirring something on the stove. The smell of spices fills the air, warm and inviting.“What are you doing?” I ask, hopping up onto the kitchen island to sit and watch him work, swinging my legs slightly.He glances over his shoulder, a small grin forming on his lips. “Well, I figured going out would just mean dealing with people and noise. So I thought we’d spend the night here instead—just us,” he says, his voice low and easy, as he turns back to his task. “Unless you’d rather go out?”I shake my head, smiling. “No, this is perfect.” I mean it, too. I don’t need anything extravagant. Being here, just the two of us, feels exactly right. He catches my gaze for a moment, a soft smile crossing his face before he goes back to cooking.He stirs a pot, then glances at me, curiosity lighting his eyes. “How’s the story coming along?”I groan, rolling my eyes, which makes him chuckle.
