Eleven

GABRIELLE POV.

I strode towards my office, Angelo hot on my trail. He was seething and so was I, although I was pretty sure it was for different reasons, but he could seethe for as long as he wanted, it wouldn't change a thing.

I didn't regret the kiss. He was mine, and he needed to get used to it. What I was fuming about were the looks my new death trap had been giving Angelo. I had wanted to wait for a perfect opportunity to get rid of him and do it painlessly, but if he continued to want to harm Angelo, I do not think I'd be able to restrain myself from putting a bullet through his skull.

As we got close to the elevator, I glanced at the guard and then signaled for the two of them to take the other elevator. Massimo hesitated a bit but obeyed once he met my gaze. The fucking bastard.

Exhaling my frustration, I punched the elevator button. It opened and I stepped in, my brows tilting in question when Angelo just stood at the door watching me with a contemplating look on his face. I