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Epilogue

Iwake up to Gabriel rubbing circles against my heart.

After the talk with Dad, Gabriel woke up and told me he loves me too. He cried while telling me what he saw down in the basement and how he thought he was going to lose me. While I stay in the hospital for the following few weeks, complaining most of the time, much to my dislike, Gabriel agrees with everything the doctors and nurses tell me to do.

Dad, Mom, and Blake went back to Russia a few days ago. Blake isn’t doing too well, refusing to talk, and no one can touch her without her trying to murder them. And the worst part, she looks at you likeshe doesn’t recognize who you are. Gabriel told us he doesn’t know what they did to her, only that at one point the screams stopped and she hasn’t been the same.

Izel and Zion went back home, promising to visit soon. Though I’m not sure if I ever want to see Zion again. He never takes that creepy mask off, and when I question Gabriel about it, he shrugs and won’t tell me what he looks like.

I still don’t understand everything that happened. Gabriel struggles to tell me about it. Not that I blame him. If he were the one shot, I’d probably lose my mind. Not probably, I would.

“You ever think back to the time you broke into my apartment?” Gabriel asks, pressing his lips against my shoulder.

“Hmmm,” I moan. I’ve been cleared for exactly one week, but Gabriel being stubborn still won’t let me do anything but kiss him. I’ve tried giving him a blow job but ended up hissing in pain when I pushed my body too hard.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about your hands,” he mutters, running a hand down my chest to my stomach. “I thought about what they would feel like…”

“Gabriel.”

“Let me finish…” he moans, his hand leading further down. “I thought about them wrapped around my throat, what you would feel like pressed against me.”

“Fuck it,” I growled, throwing my body over his, only a slight tinge of pain, but I ignore it. Doing exactly that, I wrap my hand around his throat.

“I could barely control myself when you sat there on your couch. I had too many filthy things running through my head. I wanted to choke you with my cock, but I also wanted to wrap myself around that brain of yours and find out why youwere so sad.”

“I was waiting for you,” he murmurs, wrapping his legs around my waist.

“Well, you don’t have to wait any longer,” I tell him, slamming my lips against his.