Gabriel
The heavy oak doors of my private study slammed shut behind us with a sound like a gunshot.
Azeelia didn't shrink away. She spun on her heel the second we crossed the threshold, her eyes flashing with pure fire, her chest heaving under her cream blazer.
"Don't you dare lock me in here like an animal!" she yelled, throwing her leather bag onto the leather sofa. The photograph Victor Salvatore had handed her fluttered out, landing face-up on the polished mahogany floor. "You drag me across the city with three carloads of armed thugs, and you think I'm just going to sit here and listen to your lies?"
I stood by the desk, slowly unbuttoning my charcoal overcoat and tossing it aside. The anger inside me had been simmering since the moment my surveillance team reported her slipping o
