Azeelia Cole
The rain pelted against the tinted glass of Gabriel’s armored SUV like gravel.
I sat with my arms wrapped tightly around my ribs, staring straight ahead into the dark road. My duffel bag sat on the floorboards between my boots, stuffed with whatever clothes and chargers I managed to shove inside before Gabriel dragged me out of my trashed apartment.
"This is k********g," I said through gritted teeth, breaking the suffocating silence. "A hotel would have been fine. A downtown hotel has security guards, cameras, and public lobbies. You don't need to drag me halfway out of the city."
Gabriel didn't look away from the road. His hands rested easily on the steering wheel, his posture relaxed despite the storm howling outside.
"A hotel has room service staff who can be bribed fo
