All Chapters of A Contract For Revenge: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

GABRIEL’S POVI drove off almost immediately, my knuckles turning white against the steering wheel, hoping I’d spot Damien’s car in the distance. But the road was clear as day, stretching out before me like an endless void.Where the hell are you, Damien?I opened my map app, scrolling quickly as I searched for the nearest hospital. St. Anthony’s was the closest—about five minutes away.I increased my speed, my heart hammering eagerly in my chest, each beat a painful reminder of the ticking clock. As I pulled into the parking lot of St. Anthony’s, a wave of dread washed over me.I rushed inside, the sterile smell of antiseptic hitting so hard. I approached the receptionist, desperation clawing at my voice.“Hi, was any lady brought in here by a man a few minutes ago?”The receptionist looked up from her screen, her expression neutral and unyielding, “No, sir, we haven’t had any new patients for over an hour.”“Are you sure?” My eyes widened in disbelief.“You can check the next hospi

GABRIEL'S POVThe night dragged on in the hospital, each hour stretching like taffy as we paced the sterile waiting room like restless ghosts. The acrid smell of antiseptic filled the air, a constant reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. Kiera was stable, the nurse had assured us, but that word barely eased the knot in my stomach. Stable felt like a cruel joke after everything she had suffered.Damien and I refused to leave, even though we weren’t allowed access to Kiera’s ward. I needed to be here when she awoke, to let her know that I hadn’t abandoned her. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Damien had the upper hand. He was there when she needed someone, while I was wallowing in my self-ego and jealousy.The fluorescent lights hummed above us, casting a harsh glare that felt almost mocking. I leaned against the wall, my mind racing. What the hell was I doing here? I should have been out there, hunting down the bastards who hurt her. Instead, I was stuck in this waiting room,

DAMIEN'S POVEverything that had happened felt like a whirlwind, and I was still trying to catch my breath. I wasn’t lying when I said that I don’t know what I’d do if I lost Kiera. I’d be more than devastated. Kiera had taken up almost every cell in my body, and all I wanted was for her to be safe and sound.As I drove home, a hint of rage still lingered in my chest like a pot threatening to boil over.I was mad at Gabriel for the role he played in this but I couldn’t lash out on him. Gabriel, even though he went too far this time. Leaving Kiera on that godforsaken lonely road was a wrong move and if he were one of our men, he’d probably be knocking at the gates of hell right now. His ego had almost cost Kiera her life, and that would be something I could never forgive.I pulled into the driveway, barely registering the surroundings. I stormed into the house, needing a shower to wash away the grime of the horrific events and to grab some things for Kiera. I didn’t even bother checkin

DAMIEN’S POV“Are you really considering going to spend the weekend with Gabriel at Abuela’s place?” I demanded, my voice barely concealing the simmering fury bubbling beneath the surface.“What would you have me do?” Kiera threw back, clearly frustrated.“Well, you could have come up with anything. You could have conjured up any excuse under the sun to make her change her mind!” I barked, struggling to keep my emotions in check.“Oh like “I’m sorry Abuela but your grandson is an asshole and to clear the air, I’m not even his real fiancé,” Is that what I should have said?” She lashed out, crossing her arms.“Come on, Kiera. That’s not what I meant,” I countered.“Then what did you expect me to do? Because no one hates this situation more than me, and it’s driving me insane!” She squealed.I took a deep breath, knowing she didn’t deserve my wrath. She had just come home from the hospital yesterday, yet here I was, throwing verbal grenades as if I could control the chaos of our lives wh

GABRIEL'S POVTwo days. Just two damned days of sleepless nights, and it felt like I was trapped in a never-ending purgatory. Kiera hadn’t uttered a single word to me, and her silence gnawed at my insides like a rat in a wall. How do I claw my way out of this mess? I feared I’d lost her for good, and the thought was like drowning in a sea.I was shocked when she agreed she agreed to Abuela’s request, but I knew it was merely a byproduct of the contract and her respect for Abuela.I slammed my fist against the bed, feeling the pain radiate through my knuckles, “I’m f*cking losing it!” I growled, frustration slapping me hard.When she skipped dinner yesterday, I couldn’t stand it. I went to her room to check on her, I heard her footsteps heading toward the door but as soon as I called her name, I heard her footsteps retreating like I was some kind of plague. To her, I had become a monster, and it stung so deep.The worst part? Damien. That bastard was always lurking around her like a vu