“I wish the f**k you would.” Gianna jumped a good foot off the floor at my outburst when she stepped out of the room ahead of the others. My vision blurred for a few seconds, and I was lucky I was leaning against the wall, or I might’ve fallen on my ass at the sight. I couldn’t even find my voice for another minute or so, too perplexed by what I was seeing.
I knew it, I knew they were up to some s**t when they refused to show me what they were wearing for this dance number, but this, this goes beyond anything I could’ve imagined.
“Gabriel, what’s wrong?” She looked spooked and more than a little wary at my tone, but what the hell.
“What’s wrong? I’m going to wring your neck; that’s what’s wrong.”
“Look, here comes the other two and their entourage.” Lance huffed beside me.
“Gianna, wh
