Gabriella burst into Andre’s bedroom, without even realising where she was yet. Her anger was over the top, encasing her reasoning with its unfiltered intensity and she didn’t notice that she was in the Cobra’s den, alone and trapped with him. He stood by his wardrobe about to put on a jacket and she stormed over to his side, snatched the jacket off his shoulders and held it by her side, refusing to give it back.
“Do you really want to do this with me, Gabriella? It’s not going to end the way you hope,” he said subtly, almost like a friendly warning that she shouldn’t try and test him.
“Listen to me, Andreas Cimaro,” she said defiantly, staring straight at him, which thrilled him a little bit, “I may be your prisoner but I am not subservient to you. I refuse to be treated as some sort of
