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Gabriel's POVEvelina had been beside herself when she found her sire lying in his own piss and vomit. Fucker deserved it if you asked me. I never did like the pendejo. Especially since he was the one that had helped me poison everyone at Evelina’s Quince’ when I'd tried to storm the party and take my revenge on her stepfather. Joel was not loyal to anyone but the bottle. However, it was more than obvious in the way Evelina moved about the house with an air of wistful sadness, as she called out to her pendejo papa, that she loved him.I almost wanted to choke the asshole with my own two hands for letting Evelina find him like this. If he was going to die, at least die where she can’t find you motherf.u.c.ker.By the time I’d managed to drag him into the bedroom, Amaya had already called for an ambulance. He needed his stomach pumped, judging from the way he was constantly puking,crapping himself, and convulsing. I did my best to make sure he didn’t suffocate by turning him on his side.
Evelina’s POVI sat numbly the entire time unable to form a single coherent sentence as an entire team worked to save my father’s life. The nurses had multiple times tried to ask me about my father’s medical history. Apparently, for the last five years, he hadn’t even bothered getting routine check-ups. I was completely clueless. Because I hadn’t been part of his life. I hadn’t tried. He could have died, and I would never even know if he was allergic to anything.No one would even care he was gone. Except for me. I wiped away a tear from my eye. I was the only one that could help him. Would he ever be able to leave the bottle behind? Or was this just a never-ending cycle he would repeat, until one day it would end in his death?I wish Kyle and Mama didn’t hate him. I wish they could help him. Part of me wanted to call Mama. To call Kyle. They were the two people I’d always gone to whenever I needed help. Surely…they could do something to help my papa? And then I recalled how Kyle had
Evelina’s POV “How the fu.c.k are they tracing us?” Gabriel muttered angrily, suddenly grabbing my arm and pulling me in the opposite direction. “We can’t go down there. That’s what they want,” he explained.I knew he was right. But what about all the innocent people who would die in their bid to get to me? I couldn’t just let that happen.“Wait!” I exclaimed, stopping in my tracks and turning to face Gabriel. “We can’t just leave everyone behind like this. There are people who need our help.”Gabriel’s jaw clenched.“We don’t have time for this,” he growled.I squared my shoulders, determination burning in my chest. “I’m not leaving them to die,” I stated firmly, meeting Gabriel’s intense gaze with my own unwavering resolve.“They’re after me. If they can’t find me, they’ll leave everyone alone. The sooner we get out of here, the better,” Gabriel ended.That comment threw me for a loop. So he still thought they were going through all this trouble for him? Well… let him think that.I
Evelina’s POV“NO!” I screamed, thrashing wildly. I could save him. I could have used my powers. I should have used them. “Gabriel!” I screamed his name, unable to explain the terror seizing me.Vincent tightened his grip around my waist, his hand clenching my skin through the fabric of my clothes as he pulled himself and me up into the jet while I struggled against him. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat echoing in my ears.I moved to the edge, but Vincent pulled me back sharply.“We need to save him!” I exclaimed, unable to explain the tears stinging to my eyes.In that moment, I couldn’t help but picture Gabriel as he’d shielded me. As he’d taken the brunt of the fall when we’d portalled to the park the night before. Even the way he’d pulled my father out of the bathroom despite his obvious disdain for the task. And finally, how he’d put my safety first every step of the way. Something bloomed in my chest, something I hadn’t known existed until I saw him hurtling towards death
When staring down the barrel of a gun, my faith in god reminds me that love conquers all fear.Bullsh.i.t.I was 15, dressed in a beautiful ballgown for my quinceañera and staring down the barrel of a gun when I realized how utterly fucked up my life truly was. Because as I stood there, I looked into the eyes of my killer, a hundred percent sure I was going to die. But then…Gabriel Rossi…a man with more kills under his belt than he had years on him, called me his ‘mate’. The one word I had yearned to hear from someone. The one thing I had always wanted. Spoken from the lips of a man who definitely would sooner throw my body in the ocean for the sharks than ever treasure me like mates should. Like Kyle,my stepfather, treasured my mother.Some said I should find solace in the fact that he did not kill me. That he left just as quickly as he’d arrived, letting me finally run to my uncle Xavier who Gabrielle shot through the leg with a silver bullet without even batting an eye.For years,
Gabe's POVI wiped my bloodied knuckles, my expression stoic as I stared at the man tied up in the chair before me. Nonchalantly, I tossed the once pristine white towel, now spotted with deep crimson stains, to the floor. This was becoming tiresome. If only I could kill him and be done with it. However, on the off-chance he had some vital information, I had to keep this chingado alive. Hell. I really wanted to just kill him.“I’m going to ask you one last time,” I clipped the words out ominously, reaching for the silver pistol always tucked away on my person.The silver metal lightly singed the skin of my palms, but itt could have been worse had I not built up an intolerance to the metal lethal for wolves. As a babe, my mother, who’d been an alpha-female, had gone so far as to lace my milk with silver, refusing to stop even when I’d been hospitalised multiple times.The body is strong. A powerful alpha will adapt.That’s what she always said to my father, a weak wolf with beta blood i
Evelina's POV“Hey!” I exclaimed, turning to yell at the man who’d just groped my a.s.s in the subway.Fucking New York. You’d think I’d be used to it by now.“You pervert!” I yelled, watching the strange man disappear into the crowd.“Temper Evie,” Robert intoned, grabbing my arm and pulling me along. “It’s late, we need to get home.”Muttering expletives in Spanish that Robert couldn’t understand, I trudged along begrudgingly, emerging from the New York underground and allowing the cool winter night’s air to help cool my flushed face.“This is why I always tell you to stick close to me,” Robert murmured impatiently once we got closer to home.“You aren’t honestly trying to say it’s my fault?” I challenged, casting him a withering look.“Of course not Evie,” Robert replied quickly. “It’s just that according to statistics, this usually happens to women who men think are alone on the subway. Sticking close to me is a deterrent.”I raised an eyebrow challengingly. “I think ripping his h
“I’ve got the egg—” I stopped short, paused at the threshold of our tiny apartment as the acrid scent of gunpowder overwhelmed me.I blinked once and then twice….and then a third time as I tried to process the carnage before me. There was …Blood. So much blood. Splattered on the walls, splattered on the floor, on my kitchen counter that I had wiped clean this morning. It almost felt as if I was in a movie, and someone would yell ‘cut’ any minute. Or maybe a sick prank. But the unmistakable metallic tang of blood proved otherwise. This was no movie.Finally, my eyes went to what I’d missed earlier. The carton of eggs in my hand crashed to the floor, breaking with a resounding ‘crunch’. Fucking eggs. I never liked eggs anyway.I screamed at the sight of Robert, laying facedown in a pool of crimson, his mangled lifeless form riddled with bullet wounds. My instinct was to move towards him, but I had to think quick. His killer might still be here. In two strides, I’d reached the knife draw