DAMON’S POV
I had never been desperate.
At least, not since it all happened.
But as I sat in this club, drinking and discussing a very important topic, I realized I was desperate to leave.
Desperate to go home.
Fiorella was sitting a few distance from me, drinking and dancing with some girls I didn’t recognize.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the live camera footage. Gabrielle was in bed, going through her phone and drinking directly from a bottle of wine.
Why was she drinking?
Was it because of what I said last night?
Fuck.
Did she visit Emily again or did that bastard, Jared, reach out to her again?
My fist clenched instinctively. I knew I should have killed that bastard when I had the chance. It was one of the things I regret.
“I’m so sorry about that
