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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
I woke up the next morning to realise I’d slept nearly 12 hours straight. There were vague remnants of a memory or maybe a dream of Gabe coming to bed and slinging an arm around my waist. Maybe I’d snuggled deeper against him. Maybe I hadn’t. Maybe it was all a figment of my imagination. Or wishful
My thoughts went to my papa, red-eyed in the living room and panting for a drop of alcohol at every turn. Was he like Papa…but just… addicted to killing people he didn’t agree with? My stomach churned.I am a monster Evelina…accept me as I am or not at all.I closed my eyes against the words. I had