CHAPTER LVIII
Gabriel leans on Rachael's door.
His grey singlet is tight against his body and his hands are in the pocket of his black silk Prada pants.
They had a rough day.
They were betrayed by the detective, which they expected but they didn't see Marcel's betrayal.
He and Samuel almost got sacrificed for Lucifer.
They faced Lucifer.
The head of the Tremblay family got killed.
Gabriel wonders how it will affect Rachael since Marcus Tremblay was her uncle.
Even though he was a strict type of hunter who hated all the supernatural, he was still Rachael's blood.
Unknowingly, a smile creeps onto his face as his eyes fall on Rachael.
She dresses the sheets without the knowledge of Gabriel's presence.
Blind to his lustful glare as his gaze strips her.
Her black hair flows down her neck and ends just before her shoulders.
Her blouse exposes the fair skin on her neck and the sphinx imagines his lips against the nape of her neck.
He eyes her petite body and little curvy hips as she bends to straighten the sheets.
She turns to go to the other side of the bed and catches Gabriel as his eyes dissect her.
She feels naked before his gaze and she reveals a sassy smile.
What is she so excited about? She thinks to herself.
"Hey," she greets and tucks a strand of hair behind her ears.
He dresses like he plans to seduce her.
Always wearing tight shirts and showing off his muscles, did he know how frustrating he made it?
He holds her gaze and uses his thumb to rub his lower lip.
"Hey, I see you are redecorating" he says.
"Yes. I do rearrange things when I get excited or nervous," she says.
"Do I make you nervous?" he asks slyly, "I just stabbed the devil. I potentially killed satan," "Oh,".
"That just gets me excited, you make me nervous" "Oh, really?" "Sometimes,".
"Come, help me arrange the desk" she invites him in.
He walks to the little table and picks up a few things to put in place.
"Only a few people in this world her ballsy enough to ask me to help them with this," Gabriel says.
"Why is that?" she asks, "Mostly because I'm a beast," he says.
He takes in the view of her figure as she stands at the edge of the bed.
He walks towards her as he imagines her body against his.
Rachael finishes with the bed and turns to face Gabriel in front of her.
His light cologne and his dark eyes mesmerize her as lewd thoughts sing in her head like a church's choir.
What has gotten into her?
She doesn't know if it is the thrill of recent events or the attraction that she is dying to explore.
Her black shorts are tight against her ass and her blouse is thin enough to show her nipples.
She tries to peel her eyes away as she catches the immortal taking a few glances at her shape.
A little blush appears on her cheeks as Gabriel takes a step closer to her.
"I know things haven't been smooth," "You guys have done a lot, thank you" Rachael says.
Gabriel wears a warm smile.
"I keep saying you should smile more," she says.
Gabriel holds her waist firmly and pulls her to his body, "Then keep giving me a reason to smile," he says.
His breath blows against her lips and she holds his shoulders.
"Only if you will work for it," she says.
"I never knew you could be sassy," he says in a whisper as he moves to her ear.
Rachael puts a hand on his back and feels his hard muscles.
"After all this, let's go somewhere, just you and I," he says.
"Why? Where are we running to?" she asks in a whisper as Gabriel massages her back gently with his fingers.
"Not running, living. Let me show you the world," he says.
"Why would you want to do that?" Rachael asks, "I am crazy about you. So let me show you," he trails his way to her lips.
Their lips connect passionately.
She kisses him back in a lustful embrace.
She pulls back as she tries to resist him and he raises her chin and their eyes lock.
Her lips look ever more tempting in his eyes.
"No need to rush. We will savor it," he says.
John leans close to Rachael's room.
He couldn't help but eavesdrop on Gabriel and Rachael.
The vampire is worried, he knows Gabriel may want the best for her but he may not be the right one for her.
The world they live in is one of danger and untold mysteries.
Will Rachael be alright here?
Was asking Samuel to give Rachael a job here a bad idea?
John wonders.
Samuel sits at the bar after a bath and a change of clothes.
He pours himself a glass of Bourbon while Bryan stands across the counter.
"I want you to find that fucking traitor. I'm going to kill him myself," he gives Bryan some instructions and the vampire leaves.
John walks into the living room and sees Samuel at the bar, sipping his favorite liquor.
His Hugo suit sparkles as his Gucci watch complements his neat look.
He turns his eyes to the blond vampire as he walks towards the bar.
"What will you have?" Samuel asks, "Nothing, I'm good".
"You are immortal for fuck's sake.
You can drink all you want and your liver is still going to be working fine.
You are not mortal anymore, John" Samuel says.
"Yeah, but we aren't really immortal either. I mean we can still get killed," John says.
"Speak for yourself, vampire.
I am immortal and I'm not dying anytime soon," "Cheers to that," "I will drink to that," Samuel says and gulps down a shot of bourbon.
"Samuel," John starts with a serious tone, "You guys must protect Rachael," he says.
"Of course, but this duty you wish to impose on us is yours as well," Samuel says and pours himself another glass of bourbon.
"Of course," he says.
The elevator opens and two of the club's dancers enter the living room.
Blood is on one of their faces as she groans and cries.
"Downstairs, there is blood everywhere," they say.
"What is going on? I'm getting calls from downstairs," Gabriel says as he and Rachael enter the sitting room.
She ties her hair into a ponytail and she walks into the middle of the room.
"We may have visitors," Samuel says.
They enter the elevator and it takes them downstairs to the club.
The sight puts a hard frown on Samuel's face.
Blood is on the furniture and bodies lie around the place.
"Someone obviously doesn't know how much work we put into this place," Samuel grunts.
Fresh corpses lie on the ground and blood stains the dance floor.
People scream as they struggle to run out of the club and the twins search for the source of the commotion.
Blood drips from the ceiling and a dead body drops to the ground.
Another body drops from the ceiling but lands on weak legs.
Dracula staggers and falls on his butt.
He stands up and carries a damaged bottle of Grey goose and drinks from it.
He throws the bottle as he staggers.
"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, ho ho ho and a bottle of rum.
I have lost everything.
There is nothing here for me. But there is something I must do," his tone is heavy and teary.
His skin is pale as ice and his eyes emit a blue glow.
"What the fuck…?" John watches Dracula with caution.
The twins observe their father as he acts strangely.
His clothes look rough and his usually neat and silky hair looks rough and messy.
The only thing on Rachael's mind is the terror that is about to happen.
She left the dagger in her room when she changed clothes.
She runs back towards the elevator before Dracula can make any moves.
They see a blurred figure run past them as Adrian runs towards the stairs.
John chases after him.
Gabriel attempts to move towards the stairs but his brother signals for him to leave it to John.
"We have bigger fish to fry," Samuel says.
The eyes of the twins share a similar glow to their father's.
"You think you are going to survive. The moment I lost hope to get Justina, you died".