Page 115 of Relentless Sinner

I reach up and touch his beard.

“I guess you’re not leaving, then.” A trace of a smile pulls at his lips.

“No.”

I rest my head back on his chest and close my eyes, falling into the sound of his steady beating heart.

It feels like it belongs to me now. The same way mine belongs to him.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Jaxon

Gabriella fell asleep in my arms.

I waited until I knew she was in a deep sleep before I moved her and placed her on the bed.

I changed my clothes, and I’ve been lying next to her since, watching her sleep.

It’s been one of those long fucking days I wish I could have skipped. I wasn’t even with Estelle. She left me when she left the house.

I had to go back to the office, and that’s when the shit went down to shift the direction of my day.

I got some intel about a guy who’s been working with Damien and Yuri. I went to check it out and ended up in a blood battle and gained nothing more than I knew before.

Whatever my uncle and cousin are planning is cleverly designed to have me running around in circles trying to figure out what they’ll come up with next.

Chaos is taking over my life.

Damien and Yuri are plotting some secret something to overthrow my leadership, my father-in-law is plotting to steal my wife, and Levka is trying to worm his way into my marriage.

Eve gave me a heads-up earlier about what that motherfucker did, so when I asked Gabriella about him, I already knew.

I’m going to deal with him when I next see him. How fucking dare he even speak to her?

The fucker is trying to hedge his way around into taking her, too. I’ve had years of experience of knowing how he works, so I know he wants Gabriella for himself. His little plot was to try and turn her against me with the hope that he could get her in his bed.

If that had ever happened, I would have cut his dick off and fed it to him.

Gritting my teeth, I allow the rage to quell from me, then breathe in slowly with the hope to try and calm the fuck down.

Slowly, my mind shifts back to the present and I stare at Gabriella. She has that innocent look again, and her delicate doll face, adorned by that velvety hair, doesn’t even look real in the moonlight.

Something more happened between us tonight that takes precedence over everything. It felt magical, and I know we’re on the same page now.Finally.

As I look at her, I realize she must have been under a lot of pressure to crack the way she did.

We haven't been in each other's lives long, but it's been long enough for me to know she's not the kind of girl who gets drunk off her face for no reason.

Apart from the Levka shit, that was my fault. I feel bad for pushing her that far.

Logic tells me we could have spoken weeks ago about what was bothering her and I could have said the same things I saidtonight. It’s not like I didn’t know we needed to talk. But our hearts were in different places then.

Weeks ago, I couldn’t have told her I was hers, and she didn’t want to belong to me.

Weeks ago, what I saw in her was confusion and conflict.

There was a constant wrestling of emotion where she was trying to stop herself from feeling anything for me. That’s not there anymore.

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