The man swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the moment. Only someone who had taken a beating could truly understand just how twisted the woman in front of him was. His crew stood no chance against her.

Even though he knew his boss was a retired special forces operative, and pretty skilled, this woman seemed to be on another level entirely.

"Are you kidding me?" Gabriel couldn't wrap his head around it. This woman looked so frail, yet his men couldn't handle her and let him run?

Who was he? He'd survived war zones, dodged bullets and bombs. A mere woman wouldn't be his downfall.

"Gideon, aren't you interested in this woman?" Gabriel smirked. "Since these clowns couldn't handle her, why don't I help you out, and you can have your fun? After all, any video will do the trick! If Silas finds out his girl got tangled up with you, he'll definitely make her pay!"

Gabriel stood up, casting a long shadow with his nearly six-foot-three frame. He was a bear of a man, solid and imposing.

He slowly shrugged off his suit jacket and popped open the collar of his shirt, rolling up his sleeves to reveal a menacing tattoo snaking around his forearm.

he'd be intimidating as hell. But Calliope wasn't

not make it easy on yourself? Beg me,

with his uncle in the mix, he'd

Gideon, I thought you were useless, but I didn't realize you'd also be this vile! Of all

by, was fuming. "You little

He's not even worth it!" Calliope shot back. "I can't believe I ever gave him

"I'm giving you a choice: play nice

closing in on

try me,"

her eyes

with a fierce intensity. Her gaze flicked to his tattoo, and she chuckled softly. "A washed-up Tiger Squad member,

nerve, recognizing the Tiger Squad," Gabriel squinted at her, a flicker of surprise crossing his

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