38: Bound To A Mad Dog
Gabriel watched Diane intently…
The green eyes of Gabriel were shining with something she couldn't quite describe—something between rage and obsession.
She turned away from him, staring out the window.
'This can't be my life. This can't be my future.'
Gabriel sighed, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Why do you look so terrified, Diane?" His voice was calm, almost mocking. "I told you, I'm not going to hurt you."
She scoffed.
"No? Then what do you call this? You bought a night with me like I'm a commodity. You send me threats. You—"
Gabriel reached over and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.
His touch wasn't rough, but it wasn't gentle either.
"You act as if I had a choice," he murmured, his breath felt warm against her skin.
"As if I could ever let you go. But I can't, Diane. Do you want to know why?"