Gabe’s POV
The only reason this pendejo wasn’t dead was because Evelina had called me Gabe. Not Gabriel…not asshole…Gabe. The familiarity with which she said it...it had struck something within me. Something that wanted to please her. And something told me she wouldn’t like it if I killed that asshole. Nobody touched my mate like that and got away with it. Nobody. My only consolation was that he was nothing but a charred and shriveled husk of the man he’d been before. I hoped his d**k was as thoroughly shriveled as the rest of his body after nearly being burned to a crisp.
“And he was so drunk that he set himself on fire?” The detective was talking to the bartender who was nodding obediently.
I rolled my eyes and made my way out. It was obvious that the detective didn’t buy the story. B
