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[specialmonster]

Gabriel hadn't asked Elle whether it was okay if he showed up at the club again or not. He didn't ask because he knew the answer was no. But he didn't care. If other men were going to oogle what belonged to him, he was at least going to sit there and watch and make sure that nobody tried anything

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[electrocutesy]

He hadn't called, not that this didn't surprise Elle. She had his number buried under a pile of take-out from the past few days that seemed to burn a hole through everything she put on top of it

[specialmonster]

He had actually tried calling her a few times, but he had frozen up each time, unsure of what to do or say. How did normal people court someone anyways? He was pretty sure the answer was not showing up at her work place and watching her from the shadows, but he was at a loss of what else to do. At least this way, he'd probably get the chance to talk to her.

Because she was special. The fact that he was killing other women and not her was proof enough of that, even if she would never know about that. She couldn't know about that. It would ruin everything if she found out.

So instead he was just sitting and watching her, figuring he could talk to her when her shift was over. His grip on his glass tightened as he watched some greasy man pinch at her cheeks.

Maybe coming here had been a mistake. Instead of reassuring him, he just felt the darkness inside of him swirl at the display.

[electrocutesy]

Elle's heart lodged in her throat as she glared at Gabriel through the crowded press of bodies, and she couldn't force herself to look away. He had a lot of fucking nerve, coming here. That was her main thought as the asshole grabbed at her tush and she pushed off of him with a flash of rage.

Really, she had no qualms grabbing the drink from his hand and throwing it in his face, darkly wishing for a moment she could smash it instead, and bury it into his head. Instead she ignored his curse and signaled a bouncer, ignoring the sudden shakiness in her hands as she turned on her heel to leave. The bastard of course spat at her back that she was "a fucking whore" but Sean, some ex-Marine, was already dragging him out.

She was walking towards Gabriel's table before she even realized that was her destination, her hips swaying angrily and her fingers curling into fists as she stopped into front of him.

"Are we back to staring at me like a creep?" she hissed.

[specialmonster]

Gabriel couldn't help but feel a little satisfied as Elle threw her drink in the asshole's face. The guy was a total creep and she deserved better than to have to deal with people like that, as far as he was concerned anyways.

But then she was heading toward him and his stomach flipped nervously. He finished off the rest of his scotch before she got to the table.

"No...I just...I kept getting nervous every time I called, so I thought maybe it would be better to show up here where I couldn't chicken out of talking to you."

And it was true, even if he was exaggerating himself a little. Plus, he had just needed to see her. He couldn't explain it. Couldn't make it make sense.