Gabriel’s POV
I slammed the door behind me the moment I stepped into my room. The sound echoed through, sharp and loud, like it was trying to break something inside my head. I didn’t care. I wanted the world to feel what I was feeling.
Carlota’s voice replayed in my mind. He came to her house and threatened her. Dante, the name burned. He's the same bastard who fought me. Now I realize where the words leaving his wife came from. She doesn't belong to him, she never did.
I can't bring myself to think of what happened to her all these years and how much she just had to endure. How could she have been married someone like that and now she's scared to her wits.
I dragged my hand through my hair and paced the room once, then twice. My chest felt tight, like something was pressing down on
