Gabe
came to the office, and security gave him the third degree before calling me to
ask if it was OK to let him up.
When
Gabe finally got up to my office, he was angry as hell and asked, “What the
fuck is going on? Why as soon as I said your name all of the damn security in
the building surrounded me? And since when is it a problem with me coming up to
see you?”
“Gabe,
what do you want to talk about?” I asked before offering him a seat.
“I
don’t want to sit, Abigail. What the hell is going on? Did that motherfucker
put his hands on you or something?”
I
frowned. “No, Gabriel.”
“Then
what’s going on?” he asked with his arms across his chest in a defensive
posture.
“Someone’s
threatening her,” Zach said, coming from out of nowhere and startling us.
Someone
from security had obviously called Zach to inform him of Gabe’s presence. And
given what had happened the last time Gabe and I were alone—that near
kiss—there was no way in hell Zach was going to leave me alone with Gabe so
that Gabe could put his sexy hot lips on mine.
They
stared at each other until I broke the dark silence in the room. “OK, you two!
Both of you sit down, please.” Gabe cut his pretty blues at me, and I said,
“Please. It’s very important, Gabriel. Zach will fill you in. And try to keep
your voice down. I don’t want my employees overhearing what we are talking
about.”
I
looked at Zach, who took his phone from his pocket and called Stan, who came up
right away. Stan had been putting in overtime at the office since the threats
had started.
“These
letters and packages were addressed to Abi. They started coming on Monday,”
Zach explained to Gabe, showing him some pictures that he and Stan had taken
and the threatening letters.
When
Gabe saw the pictures of Gabi leaving school with Karen and Erma, he went
ballistic.
“Somebody
is following my fucking family?” he yelled.
“Gabe?”
I cried with a tight face, knowing how angry he could become over his
daughters. “Please bring it down. My employees are still here, and I don’t want
them knowing what’s going on.”
“I
don’t give a damn about your employees,” he hissed. “That’s my fucking family
in those goddamn photos.”
Stan
waited for Gabe to finish. “Mr. Goodman, sir. I understand your rant and rave,
and trust me, you have all the right to do so. I want you to know that we’ve
already assembled a team of security to monitor Gabrielle around the clock.
There are four guards monitoring your house twenty-four-seven, as well as five
at the school. These men are military trained and have worked for the secret
service, guarding some of the top national and international political
figures.”
“So
whoever is sending Abi these threats is following my daughter?” Gabe asked.
“It
appears that way,” Zach replied.
“Any
idea who it might be?” Gabe asked.
“It
could be a number of people, and we are checking them thoroughly,” Zach
replied.
Gabe
looked at Zach with anger and then cut his gaze at me. “Can I talk to you? In private.”
I
turned my eyes to Zach, who already had his eyes steady on me. I nodded, and
Zach frowned in response. He crossed his legs and steepled his fingers over his
lips, and in response I raised my brows.
“Oh,
there’s no need to silently negotiate. The request is nonnegotiable, and I need
to speak with Abi, alone. Now!” Gabe
demanded, looking square at Zach.
Stan
was the first to leave my office, while Zach hesitantly left after kissing me
long and passionately. It was his way of reiterating to Gabe that I was his and
only he could kiss me. He wanted to stick it to Gabe.
“I
told you to get rid of him, and now look at what you’ve gotten yourself into by
being with him. You know it’s one of his exes he probably treated like trash—he
leaves a trail of broken hearts everywhere he walks. And now my daughter is
dragged into the middle of your drama,” Gabe scolded.
“Gabe,
please. I don’t need a lecture from you right now. I’m not happy about the
situation any more than you are. And if you really want to help, stay away from
Taylor Sanders. I know you fucked her while we were together and within the
past couple of months.” I elevated my brows knowingly. “I believe she’s the one
sending the threats and following Gabi. You know she has a past with Zach, and
whatever she told you was probably a lie. She came here, to this office, back
in October, pretended she had a meeting planned with me, and threatened to do
harm to both Gabi and me if I continued a relationship with Zach. And she
vandalized the Cadillac that same day.”
Gabe
looked at me inquiringly. “Does he know you think it’s her?”
I
nodded. “So now that you know this, what did you come here to talk to me
about?”
Looking
at me hardheartedly, he placed some papers in my hands. I opened the document,
and after skimming over it, I looked up at him with pure abhorrence.
“So
you’re serving me fucking custody papers?” I hissed him through clenched teeth.
“Ab—”
“This
is what was so fucking important?” I asked, throwing the papers in his face.
“Ab—”
I
cut him off, rose to my feet, and with grit in my voice and tears filling up my
eyes, I cried, “I’ll call it off. I’ll call off the fucking wedding if that’s
what you want. OK? Just not my daughter, Gabriel. You can’t take her from me.”
“Ab—”
“You’re
trying to take my baby from me? Why, Gabe? Why? Because I finally moved on and
let someone in enough to love me? Because I am in love with someone else, and
not you? Let me remind you that I’ve been pretty much raising her alone since
she was born. The first seven years of her life, you barely saw her, while you
found plenty of time to engage with those bitches in Cambridge, cheating on me,
fucking God knows who. And the cheating got worse when GSG was started.”
I
snatched up the document from my desk and grabbed my handbag. Glowering at him,
I hissed, “I fucking hate you.”
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