Gabriel was gripping his steering wheel tightly, his anger evident through his eyes.

You tried to go on a date. With someone who wasn't him? Well, he couldn't have that. He glanced over at the bloody rag that sat in the car seat next to him, as well as the knife.

Things were handled now. He glanced in the review mirror. He could see you, with your arms and legs tied, passed out in his back seat.

He wouldn't let you leave. Not again.