Mated to the Alpha Don
Goddess, I hoped that was another gun digging into my left butt cheek.
“I killed him,” Gabriel hissed against the shell of my ear, similar to the way he’d spoken when he promised to kill me 7 years ago. “Make no mistake, Evelina,” my name rolled off his tongue smoother than honeyed whiskey. The pungent scent of blood overpowered my senses as he held me close, his strong chest pressing insistently against me. “Any man who touches what’s mine will die. I-don’t-share.” He emphasized each word, the butt of his gun digging deeper into my skin with each syllable.