Chapter Ten
Gabriel wanted everything to be perfect.
And as he walked through the main level and took in the sight of his new club, he realized everything was perfect…
Except for the bloody witch.
An hour before Obsidian was set to open, she sauntered through the front doors as if she quite literally owned the place, hair swept into an elegant twist, glamorous red smile painted to perfection. All heads turned to her at once—his security staff, the other bartenders, the cocktail servers, the VIP attendants.
And of course, Gabriel himself. He couldn’t help it—the pull of her commanding presence was an electromagnetic force that tugged on his entire body.
He gaped at her. His heart thudded. His mouth went as dry as the Nevada desert he’d left behind.
Fuck, little moonflower. What are y
