Songs of the chapter: Rihanna feat Ne-Yo - Hate that I love you
When Gabriel slips into a parking space of an extravagant hotel and cuts the engine, I know what to do, he told me we are going home but he suggest that we spend the night here and leave early morning. I peer out the window as he rounds the front, fastening his jacket, and opens the door for me. "Why are we here?"
"We are staying here, what else." He glances around at our surroundings briefly, then pulls the sleeve of his jacket up to check the time.
I graze up the sky and read the name. Nebesa. Panic flaps against my rib cage. "Wait! We're staying here?"
He shrugs nonchalantly, again looking around us. It's really irritating me now. "This place is nice and I want best for you."
"So you bring me here of all hotels in San Francisco?" Un-fucking-believable.
"Yes." He doesn't give me his eyes.
"Gabriel tell me? We could have gone to Sonja's place?"
"He clears his throat. "It's nothing." He says and makes a grab for my hand but I pull away.
Oh god he is hiding something. "Gabriel." I warn. Anger infuses my blood.
He fails to prevent his lips from pursing in mild annoyance. "What is your fucking problem?"
"My problem's that I'm pissed. Beyond pissed." My hands balled as my mind filled with crazy ideas. "Tell me the truth. You promised."
Gabriel scowls. "Why are you so stubborn?"
"Because you're a liar." I counter harshly.
Finally his looks at me with a little pucker of his brow. I can see it in his eyes, the bright blue hue darkening, as they narrow, turning cloudy and murky, like a storm is waging. My muscles grow taut as he takes a sudden step toward me. I instinctively want to step back, but I can already feel the car touching me softly. "This place belongs to Rykovs. I want to stay here with you right under his nose. Happy now?"
My eyes widen. "We are staying here?" I choke jerking a step backward. "This is a Rykov's establishment." I glimpse up briefly. "But why?"
"Because this is the place we are safest. They won't dare to do anything to us when we are in their territory, now the media is aware of us and my connection with them."
It churns my stomach. "We can't—" My hands are currently virgins in murder, but soon they will smother in their blood. I narrow my eyes on his completely straight face. This man is my only salvation and he is the one who torments me, manipulates me. And as hopeless as I'm I do whatever he tell me. I'm so so so fucking pathetic.
I sever our eye contact, taking deep breaths I try to calm myself and squish my new-found murderous urge and think of an escape, but Gabriel interrupts me. Laying his finger over my lips, he leans in close. "Trust me." His voice is low and full of gravel.
I blink, unable to stop my heart from squeezing in pain. The only thing he could have asked from me? Seriously? Bastard. I want to hurl crude threatening insults but hold my tongue. Looking up, I catch Gabriel's gaze. It glows with need, mirroring mine. I want to stab my finger into those hypnotic blue eyes so they can't have me like this in future. Ah, One moment I'm planning his murder and next I'm thinking about future. I'll. Go. Crazy.
"Terrific." I sigh giving in.
He sags in relief."Thank you, baby." He takes my hands, kissing my knuckles and I let him drag me.
