Page 111 of Plunge into Obsession

“Do I need to remind you that you belong to me? And only me,mi cariño? I would fucking blind any man who would dare look at what was mine. Cut off the hands of those little bastards if they touched what was mine. I would kill before I let you go.”

He hadn’t raised his voice, yet it seemed loud in the small space.

Gabriel tapped the roof of the car, and I was vaguely aware of the car moving forward, though I couldn’t think about anything but what he had just said.

He would kill before he let me go.

Some men said that to say it.

Some liked to joke around.

I got the feeling Gabriel was dead serious.

I pushed further against the door, but Gabriel only followed, pressing into me even more.

“Got it?” he asked, one large hand coming up and cupping my breast.

I stilled. I tried to take a deep breath, but it felt like Gabriel had sucked up all the air in the small space.

I shook my head.

“No?” he asked darkly, squeezing harder.

Fuck.

“Haven’t you already figured it out? You’re mine. Fucking mine. I don’t fucking share. Just because the East Coast Bratva does, doesn’t mean I do. You might want to remember that before you smile at Johnny.”

I pushed at his chest. He must not have been expecting that because he gave way easily, his hand letting go of my breast. I could breathe easier when he wasn’t touching me so intimately.

“Is that what this is about?” I asked, speaking up for the first time. “Because I smiled at Johnny? We’re friendly toward each other. That’s all.”

“That’s all,” he repeated, as if he was testing out the words. “There is nothat’s allwith you. Other people will try to take you away from me, especially thosebastardos, and I won’t let them.”

“You’re crazy,” I said, poking his chest. He looked down at my finger as if it was an annoying, pesky little fly. “I’ve known Johnny for as long as I’ve known you. There is nothing going on between us.”

He pushed even closer to me, his heat messing with my mind and my body. There was nowhere to go. I was trapped inside this car with Gabriel, and that was the worst place to be.

“And it will stay that way,” he said.

“Or what? You’ll kill me?”

I acted without thinking. I slapped my hand down on his chest, hard, the sound loud in the silent car.

We both looked down at my hand in shock, and I didn’t know who was more surprised over my action. I bit my lips nervously. I was stuck in the car with him. It wouldn’t do me any good to provoke the man.

Because whatever pretty illusion I might have about Gabriel was long gone.

And the illusion hadn’t been that strong to begin with. Smoke and mirrors, but the smoke had evaporated, and the mirrors were shattered.

My husband-to-be was a killer.

But then Gabriel did something that surprised me even more than my slap.

He threw his head back and laughed.

“You are fucking perfect for me, do you know that, sweetheart?”

I flinched when he cupped my cheek. I closed my eyes.

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