DUN DUN DUN. What is Gabe's father doing there? And now a lot of things come to light from the past. Both Evelina and Gabe have been fed many lies :)
**Gabe’s POV**I looked between Evelina’s pendejo papa and the man who called himself my father.“Spying?” I asked brusquely, eyes going to Evelina who looked just as surprised at this news. “You two know each other?” I finally queried, looking at the man I hadn’t spoken to in over a decade.“Who do
“I want my ten grand first!” Joel yelled obstinately.I was behind him in a second, shoving my gun against the side of his head.“The last man that hurt Evelina ended up with his brains blown out,” I muttered in a low, threatening voice as my arm went around his neck from behind. “I swear to the moo
“You always were a disappointment, Gabriel. Choosing that woman over your own father,” he sneered. “Your mother was a puta—”The shot rang out, and I heard Evelina gasp in disbelief. Her pendejo papa hit the floor, hands over his head.“Dammit Gabriel!” Vincent yelled, rushing to the man who’d dared
**Gabe's POV**“He is the one that smuggled the poison into the kitchen,” I admitted, putting my hands in my pockets. “I paid him. And a lowly person amongst the catering staff. All Joel had to do was get the poison to the right person so it could be mixed into the drinks before serving time. It was
Evelina’s reply was her breaking down into sobs. All of those pent-up emotions were flowing out of her and the only person I had to blame was myself. Because I was the one that had been the mastermind behind it all back then. If shooting myself would have stemmed those tears, I would have done it in
Evelina shuddered against me. “What’s wrong with me? My papa doesn’t love me. He never did…and I knew it…I was just too stupid to accept it. I just wanted him to go back to being the man who taught me how to ride a bike. The man who sang me happy birthday and told me stories…he wasn’t always bad, Ga
A horrified sob escaped Evelina’s lips. But instead of the judgement in her eyes over what I endured….I saw sadness. I looked away. I didn’t want her to feel sorry for me. I just wanted to show her I understood. I understood why she loved a parent who had caused her so much pain. Because I felt the
**Evelina’s POV**I don’t know what I had expected. But after seeing Gabe’s lavish penthouses, I definitely hadn’t expected a quaint three bedroom home with a finished basement to be the principal residence Gabe chose to live in. It was a very simple abode, with the front porch entrance opening righ