GIANNA I'm not going to lie; I wanted to run. Forget cousin Colton's game plan. Forget everything else; just take the kids and high tail it back to Alaska. The look in his eyes when he said that did not bode well for me. I was caught in the midst of too many emotions to tackle them all at once, and the funny thing is, I haven't even had time to focus on any one thing since I opened the door to him earlier. Things have not at all gone the way I'd imagined them in my head. I don't know what made me think that Gabriel would be rational, maybe because the boy I left here almost three years ago had been so blissfully calm and wise, even though he had a streak of the vengeful in him. But that had never been turned against me. I was the one he protected and cossetted. I've never felt anything but safe in his presence, knowing that even if the rest of the world had to be wary of him, that would never be me. Now I'm not so sure. There was no real inflection in his voice when he made the t
GIANNA Gabriel!" His name crossed my lips as little more than a silent whisper, or was it a plea? It was a cross between surprise and pleasure. He started moving in and out of me, and I could do nothing more than hold onto the wall. The fact that he hadn't said anything, that there was no sound except for my loud breathing, and the slapping of our bodies coming together under the water heightened my senses and his hand constantly closing around my throat made my whole body tremble. My heart felt full to bursting, and the butterflies in my stomach seemed to multiply and take flight, all landing on my clit, which was now on fire and throbbing with need. My mind couldn't hold on to any one thing as he used my body to bring us both pleasure. I was literally consumed with lust and desire, love. When I relived our times together, alone at night with our kids sleeping in the next room, they were always these dreamlike encounters with lots of soft touches and romance. I used to think tha
GIANNA "Now that that's done." Gabriel flicked off the water and pulled me out of the shower behind him. He sounded so strong and self-assured while my legs were like jelly and my insides were still a jumble of quivering nerves, and we're not even gonna talk about the pleasure-pain between my thighs, but okay. He helped me out of the shower and, without a word, moved to the towel warmer before choosing a towel for me. As I came down from my sexual high, I tried to read his face to see what kind of mood he was in. I admit to not being sure of anything at this point. He was acting kinda strange, truth be known. He hadn't spoken except for those very leading questions he'd asked me. And what does he mean I owed him a child? I'm so dumb; even now, I can feel his seed running out of me. We hadn't used protection. But maybe those were just words, something to make our coupling a bit more incendiary, not that we needed help in that department. But what is he feeling really? Why was his
GABRIEL I wonder what her issue is now. After her last snit, she'd seemed to calm down and was busy writing in her book while muttering to herself every once in a while. I don't think she realized that I could see her reflection on the screen, or she might've kept those glares she kept throwing at me to herself. I've had her twice since her first tantrum, and it's still not enough. I know she trauma bonds; she'd done it before, so I know how important it is for her to work through whatever is going on inside her head with sex, but she doesn't know that, and she doesn't feel comfortable just telling me what she wants. On top of that, we both have anger that we need to work through. I see that she'd prefer to go the confrontational route; that's not me. Actions have consequences, as I've learned, so it was best, I think, to think things through before acting. She's hyper and looking for instant gratification. I'm methodical and plotting ways to keep her attached to me. I haven't
GABRIEL "Who were you talking to?" I'd stepped back inside when she didn't follow me out the door because you'd think she'd try to save this clown from my wrath, but instead, I caught her fumbling with her phone. We stared at each other in a standoff, she while giving herself time to come up with a plausible excuse, no doubt, and me doing my best as I walked towards her not to lose my shit. "Were you calling to warn him?" She shook her head no, and I reached around and took her phone while keeping eye contact. I scrolled through recent calls in her phone log. Cousin Colt. Would that be Colton Lyon? Why would she be calling him? Pop used Mancini and Lyon's names together before, which means they work together in some capacity. Now, she is bringing him up again. What do they have to do with this fiancé prick, and why is she calling her cousin? Was she trying to protect him? I looked into her eyes after giving her back the phone. I wanted to ask her so badly if she'd slept wi
GABRIEL She was asleep on the bed with the kids when I got back to the house. I stood next to the bed, looking down at the four of them, and for the first time since she came back felt like I could truly breathe. Everything had been a rollercoaster ride from the moment she opened the door to her family home earlier, and it was only now that I felt a sense of calm. I'm not gonna lie; I'm only feeling this way partially because of what I just learned. It had been sticking in my craw the thought that she'd been with someone else. When she'd gone missing all that time, I never let myself imagine it. Even though I knew that she would go on with her life at some point, I wasn't expecting to be here, so I wouldn't have had to deal with it. Now that I know it was all a lie, my next step is to figure out why and who had come up with the ploy. I wonder who had the kind of understanding to realize that I wouldn't have been able to concentrate on anything else while thinking about her enga
GABRIEL "I've already told you, none of you are leaving here. If there's something you need, just say the word, and it's yours." Why does my patient tone set her off? She's been like a grizzly ever since waking up this morning. Maybe I'd kept her up too late. It's not my fault I find her body so appealing. Now that I don't have impending death hanging over my head, I find new freedom in our lovemaking. In fact, I'm finding freedom in a lot of things that I never gave myself a chance to enjoy. But as much as I have changed, she seems to have done some changing of her own. Her mouth, for one, has gone through a drastic metamorphosis. She never used to talk back before. In fact, I can count on one hand the times she'd raised her voice before and never at me. Now she gives me looks, sucks her teeth, and rolls her eyes. Italian brat! "I'm guessing your ass isn't sore anymore, right." And the truth just positively enrages her. It's like stating the obvious is anathema to her. I have to
GABRIEL It's weird what comes back from the past to jar you in the present. As I watched Pop play with the kids, his words from earlier kept playing over and over again in my head. Until he said it, I don't think I'd have realized that I'd stopped addressing him the way I used to as a child. It had been so long that it just got lost in the fog of everything else that has been my life. I remember the twins calling him Poppa, but vaguely and only because he mentioned it, recall myself doing so as well, which leads me to believe that since my sisters had always followed my lead, that they'd stopped calling him that when I did. I felt just a little bit sad that I'd robbed him of that. We stayed for a good half an hour until he got all the hugs and kisses in, and then it was time to go meet with Lyon, Mancini, and whoever else they had hanging around. I'd given up trying to find anything on these guys because they were ghosts. From their public persona, you would be hard-pressed to fi