The Devil’s Mercy

Chapter 39: The Devil's Mercy

Diane's pulse pounded as Gabriel's grip tightened around her waist, his body shielded her. 

The restaurant doors opened as his men swarmed the area.

"Find them," Gabriel ordered in a calm, terrifyingly controlled tone. "I want them alive."

Within seconds, his guards fanned out, disappearing. 

Diane tried to step back, but Gabriel held her firm.

"Someone tried to kill me," she whispered. 

"No," Gabriel corrected, brushing his thumb against her jaw. "Someone tried to steal what's mine."

She shuddered.

He smirked. "Don't look so shaken, darling. You should know by now—I don't share."

A distant shout rang through the night.

They caught him.

Gabriel didn't even turn his head. "Take him to the warehouse."

Diane's stomach twisted. Whoever had fired that bullet was now as good as dead.

Gabriel leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear.