Time To Set The Traps

Chapter 121: 

The whiskey in her glass had long been forgotten, her mind racing with questions.

Gabriel's fingers traced slow patterns along her back, right over the scars she had carried for so long.

 It was a silent comfort, one she hadn't realised she needed until now.

"You're thinking too hard," Gabriel murmured against her hair.

Diane smirked, tilting her head up to look at him. "You always say that."

He chuckled softly, his dark eyes studying her. "Because it's always true."

Diane exhaled. "I have a plan."

Gabriel arched a brow. "Of course, you do."

Diane sat up slightly, rolling her shoulders before turning fully to face him.

 "Victor wants power. Isla wants relevance. Both of them are desperate. That makes them reckless."

Gabriel leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "Go on."

Diane's lips curled. "We give them what they want."

Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "Explain."