Evelina’s POVThe plea fell from my lips too late. Or maybe it had just been irrelevant what I wanted and Gabe chose to ignore me. I watched in horror as he deftly flicked open the lighter and pressed it against his victim, setting the man’s body aflame.The man screamed in agony as flames licked hi
“But we weren’t a happy family even when you and mama were together,” I whispered. “Just because mama and you didn’t work out, it doesn’t mean you can’t pick up the pieces and find happiness again. She did. You can too Papa.”He shook his head.“Mija…I was supposed to be the star football player. Th
Gabe’s POVThe only reason this pendejo wasn’t dead was because Evelina had called me Gabe. Not Gabriel…not asshole…Gabe. The familiarity with which she said it...it had struck something within me. Something that wanted to please her. And something told me she wouldn’t like it if I killed that assho
Her stunning eyes, unusually dark, gazed at me with the fear of a trapped mouse. Revulsion filled my gut. This was not how it was supposed to be. I walked over to her, opening the remaining buttons of my shirt. My eyes watched the way her breath caught, the way she leaned into me robotically. Her de
The sheets made a soft rustling sound as she shifted her position, turning to face me completely. She placed her cheek on top of her clasped hands, her eyes fixed on mine.“He raised two girls as if they...as if we... were his own. But he was never our biological father. What he did…he did because o
I closed my eyes, trying to not let the regret of nearly losing my mate consume me. Revenge was dangerous. I’d nearly lost her by my own hand. And I’d spent the proceeding years making sure she was safe. Atonement for nearly doing the one thing I never should have done.The desire to protect her was
Evelina’s POVMaybe I was just over emotional. Or maybe I’d just gone insane. Because not even two minutes ago he’d been admitting how he’d plotted to kill me, and now I was throwing myself at him. But when Gabe shared how he felt about raising another man’s child, he bridged a chasm between me and
My hand finally slipped under his shirt bunched around his chest, touching more of those finely chiselled muscles I’d seen a vague outline of in the dark. I wanted to kiss my way across them. To feel them under my tongue.“Vos sos mia…(you’re mine),” he murmured against my lips.”Vos sos mia para sie