Page 218 of Plunge into Obsession

I didn’t need to keep rehashing the details. I wished I could forget, but even as I knew how Lucinda could be, there was still a part of me in disbelief that she would have hurt me to teach Gabriel a lesson.

I rested my head on Gabriel’s chest.

“What about Ivan Antonov?” a blond man with blue eyes asked.

I had forgotten his name.

I felt Gabriel shake behind me. “He ran off. There’s been no sighting of him in that operation for a few days, and I doubt he will come back now that he won’t hear back from his supplier.”

Supplier.

Gabriel meant Lucinda.

I didn’t know what she had done to earn herself the reputation of being a supplier, and I certainly didn’t want to know what she supplied.

“We have men surrounding the building,” Gabriel continued. “A word from me, and they will attack. He won’t go back to it. It’s just our luck that the bastard isn’t there for the attack.”

“Lucky bastard. Looks like we’re going to have to go hunting,” another, more volatile man said. He was beautiful in a cruel way. The way I imagined Lucifer had been depicted in the Bible. He had dark eyelashes that surrounded green eyes and brown hair that was a shade or two lighter than Gabriel’s.

The blond man tapped this man on the shoulder and shot a pointed look my way. “Mind your words, Nikolay.”

“I’m okay,” I said.

I didn’t want them to sugarcoat anything just because I was here.

Damien shook his head. “Mikhail is right. Just because Gabriel allows you to stay for our conversation doesn’t mean we shouldn’t take more care of our words.”

I narrowed my eyes at him when he said the word “allows,” and a small smile graced his lips.

“Gabriel doesn’tallowme to do anything.”

He nodded, but I suspected he only did it to placate me.

Gabriel stood up with me in his arms, surprising me. I reached behind me as if to keep balance, though the action was almost laughable. Gabriel wouldn’t have dropped me.

“I’m taking Bianca upstairs to rest. I don’t think there is much more to say about anything. You are all welcome to the guest bedrooms. Just choose them and coordinate with Elena.”

Elena had come home to a bloody scene about fifteen minutes after the Bratva showed up, which was fortunate because I couldn’t imagine what would have happened if she had come home when Lucinda had the knife pressed against me.

Gabriel repositioned me quickly, so I faced him when he walked us out.

I buried my face in his chest, and his steps stuttered a bit before he fully made his way up the stairs.

“Almost to our room,mi corazón,” he said.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Mi corazón?”

I nodded against him.

“It meansmy heart.”

A memory tugged at my brain.

Vaguely, I remembered him saying something about this before.

He placed me gently down on the bed before he removed my dress.

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