370 In Da Club (2)

While Nina and Giovanni bantered over who could drink the most without passing out and looking like two children wanting to top the other in a competition, Angela set her focus on Gael. She angled her body to face him and slid her hands all over his pecs, abdomen, neck, biceps, face, checking if he got hurt.

He chuckled, realizing what she was doing. "I'm fine. I'm not hurt."

The crease between her brows deepened as though she didn't believe him. She hadn't said a word to him since they sat down at the lounge, unsure of how she would broach the subject of what the hell just happened with the man they dragged out to the alley.

Gael lightly stroked her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. "You want a drink?" he asked before casually reaching his neck to loosen his bow tie.