Page 108 of Plunge into Obsession

I watched him put on his three-piece suit.

Watched this strange man I didn’t know much about transform from a rough-looking man covered mostly in tattoos to a powerful one wearing a suit that probably cost more than what most people make in a year.

And he was that.

Powerful.

Magnetic.

The expensive clothing served as a pretty cover to hide the monster beneath.

What a fucking pretty illusion.

I thought about those words all day when he left me alone in the room after planting a sweet and gentle kiss on my forehead.

What a contradiction my husband-to-be was.

He was forcing me to marry him and have his baby by threatening the one person I loved most in this world, yet he treated me with care.

And sometime in the afternoon yesterday, my wardrobe had arrived. I didn’t know how it had gotten to the house so quickly, and I didn’t care enough to ask.

There was a team of people who came in and helped me organize the closet, and everything was set up before I could even lift a finger.

I now had more clothes than I’d ever had in my entire life combined.

I blinked and looked up at the ceiling.

It was early the next morning, and Gabriel was still peacefully asleep facing me.

I didn’t know when he had come in last night, but it must have been late because I hadn’t heard him. I was already deep asleep, but he was here now.

I turned to my side and looked at his huge frame.

He was shirtless, the covers clumsily covering his lower half and showcasing all the muscles he had on display.

I examined the full-sleeve tattoo on his arm more carefully.

I let one finger delicately trace the line of the Santa Muerte tattoo. After he told me about her, I had researched her.

She was considered the personification of death.

The female Grim Reaper, with a huge, devoted following, mostly by religious people, even if she was rejected by the Catholic church.

Was Gabriel religious?

I didn’t know.

I did know that Gabriel had a thing for skeletons, obviously… but why?

Was it because he was a man who had seen a lot of death himself?

I looked down at his ribs. He didn’t have a lot of tattoos on his front.

There was a tattoo of a rosary wrapped around a blade along his rib cage and…

I frowned.

Was this…

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