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“Do you want your older sister to get hurt?” Jackson asks. “Of course not,” Gabrielle says, feeling her face get hot with anger. “If you don’t want that to happen, you’d better behave yourself,” Jackson says. Gabrielle twists her arm and jerks her wrist free from Jackson’s fingers. She lifts her knee and slams it into his crotch and he doubles over in pain. She kicks his shin as hard as she can and runs toward the elevators, listening to him scream curses and threats. She jams her finger into the elevator button and breathes a sigh of relief as the doors finally slide closed. She grabs her phone and types a warning message to Andrea. Gabrielle knows that Lance and his bodyguards try to protect Andrea, but they seem to fail more often than they succeed. In the last few months, Andrea ha