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THIRTY-SEVEN

GABRIEL’S POV

I excused myself from the loud-blasting speakers to take a call from Linda. She was being annoyingly persistent, bombarding me with irrelevant questions and I ended the call without warning. I was in no mood for her shenanigans. Linda was breaking the one rule I put in place before we got involved—no meddling in each other’s affairs and gradually, it’s getting freaking irritating.

As I went back into the club, I saw a cocky guy seated face to face with Kiera, his hand, slightly touching her thighs like he owned her, and my head almost exploded. I should have known better than to leave her alone.

Who the hell does he think he is to lay his goddamn hands on her?

“Hey!” I thundered, striding over, my voice slicing through the chaos. “Get your f*cking hands off her.”

Kiera turned, surprise etched across her face, but I didn’t care. The guy’s smirk faltered as he flicked his gaze between us.

“Relax, bro. We’re just talking,” he replied, trying to brush me off.

“No, you weren’
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