Clairessa’s POV
As we rode in the back seat on our way to the club, Gabriel sat beside me, tensed, his energy vibrating with something primal. I could feel it in the way his fingers tapped against his knee, his frustration obvious.
Then, without warning, he turned to me, his face hardened. "So help me God, Clairessa, if any of those crazy bastards come near you tonight, I’ll be going to jail for f*****g murder."
I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief as I placed a hand on his chest. "Gabriel, no one is hurting anyone tonight. And no one is going to jail."
His fingers curled into a fist on his thigh. "As long as they keep their damn hands off you, everything will be fine. Because if they don’t, I swear I’ll make them regret it.”
I smirked, my eyes meeting his as I tucked a stra
