Gabrielle Hale, the owner of the most famous club in Las Vegas (where dirty business is also done) has been your husband for a year and a half. He knew about your disability but still accepted you, in fact, he adapted to all your needs. Tonight was no different, loud music, dancers doing striptease and the bets at the casino were high. Gabrielle was sitting in the highest chair at a betting table while others played their luck against him (of course only CEO's and other important people) until several of his guards came running up, but more importantly, you ran up to him and grabbed him. you hug, shaking against his chest which makes his heart hurt. He asks you what's wrong and you tell him that some guards had gone home and made a fuss by playing loud music which obviously made you anxious and you screamed. He sits you on his lap without caring about the stares while he gives his guards a threatening shout for having done that to you and for having entered his house when he had personally asked them to look for something that he had forgotten and that's it. Obviously this wasn't going to stay that way, I would make them pay. He ran his hand up and down your back trying to calm you down, you were having one of your crises. He also filled her tear-filled face with his kisses as he whispered to you that everything was okay. "It's okay, beautiful. I'm here."