Here’s another one for you. —Unknown Number
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none…but you did me wrong, you stupid cunt —Unknown Number
Bitches like you are only good for one thing. —Unknown Number
I’ll remind you of your place. —Unknown Number
CHAPTER 45
God Of The Sky
Hunter
Gabriela was uncharacteristically quiet during the drive to my home.
We were sitting in the back of a bulletproof SUV, being transported to the location like expensive cargo, with a sleeping Luna in her carrier. Another Remington guard was currently driving my Jag, trailing a few paces behind us.
My right arm harboured a slight burn from the stitches and bandage wrapped around my wound. But I could still move and lift my arm if needed. The damage was minimal and the painkillers I swallowed lessened the ache. Sam and Shaun did a thorough job patching me up, ensuring that the scar wouldn’t be botched during the healing process.
But I didn’t give a fuck about any of that right now.
Not the wound. Not the stitches. Not the pain.
The only thing I cared about was the silent red-haired beauty sitting beside me in the backseat, tucked into my side, her head resting on my left shoulder and her fingers gripping my white dress shirt in a death grip.
She was scared.
An eerie calm pulsed around her like miasma.
Her mind was incessantly going over the reality of our new situation, and all I wanted to do was chase away her demons, forI was built with the inherent need to soothe her discomfort and make her happy.
I lifted her chin with a finger. “Talk to me, Gabby.”
Her unfocused eyes blinked and met my worried ones. “Hm?”
“I don’t like it when you get quiet on me,” I whispered, mindful of the guards sitting in the front. I didn’t want them to hear our conversation. “What are you thinking?”
“That I want them to kill whoever is taunting me.” She exhaled, closing her eyes. “And whoever hurt you.”
I could only imagine how devastated she must feel. From witnessing the knifing to the text messages from the unknown number. Unfortunately, one thing became crystal clear…
Her dad killed the wrong guy.
Maverick had been a creep who’d broken into her house to steal her things, but he wasn’t theactualculprit we’d been looking for.
Which made this tenfold worse.
It could be anyone at this point. Her ex-boyfriend, her dad’s enemies, and anyone in between. There were no leads, even though Josh, Cade, Enzo, and Vance were currently leading the witch hunt.
Regardless, whoever broke into her place the first time was still out there. Waiting. Watching. Working out a plan to finish the job. This whole time, she thought she was safe after Maverick was killed, going about her daily routine without a zilch of worry. And now we were back to square one.
It boiled my blood.
I once told Gabriela that I wasn’t a violent man, but the thought of anyone hurting her made me want to teach them a lesson.
That still rang true.
I would be six feet beneath the ground before I let anything bad happen to her, even if I had to defend her with the barrel of my gun or the flesh on my body. I would be her weapon and her shield.
