Chapter 43

Gabriel Silva’s P.O.V.
''Shit! Please accept my apologies, Amanda. "Back off my mate, Dre," I say. I gritted my teeth and walked closer to them, watching him slowly back away. Amanda is unsteady on her feet, clutching her bloodied arm. When Dre bows slightly and shows his neck to me, she turns around and gives him a puzzled look. I want to take a picture of it right now. "Go and get us a medical kit, don't you see she's hurt?!" As I scowl at him, my voice escalates to a shout. I return my enraged stare to her as she watches Dre flee, and I walk up to her and take her hand in mine, bringing her back into the pack home.
"That was cruel," she said, her eyes furrowed as she looked up at me. "What are you doing with Dre?" I saw you rolling about with him on the ground, then you say you rapped with him, and now you're pursuing him around the house?!" I abruptly turn to face her, my dark eyes flashing crimson with rage in her pupils. She gives me a cute puppy-like scowl and tilts her head to the side. "I like Dre; what's the matter with him?" "Now we're pals."
With a nod, she withdraws herself and returns to the home, receiving Dre's medical kit before he flees by one glance at my ferocious glare. She opens the package and rummages through it, ignoring me. "Somewhere here is supposed to be an antiseptic," She murmured to herself as she sifts through gauze and sprays with her fingers. I wrap my palm around the lid and slam it shut. Before she has a chance to object, I toss her onto my shoulder and sprint to my house. As I speed past, Isabella and Bruno, her companion, exchange confused looks, but I ignore them. I set her upon the kitchen counter in an instant, snatching the red box off her grip and opening it, removing the necessary items, and then caring to my mate's injured flesh while cursing fiercely under my breath. Amanda raises the most ludicrous question ever after about five minutes of nice, peaceful silence. "Do unicorns exist?" I come to a halt in my work, both of my hands on the counter just beside her knees, peering into her eyes then taking up the house telephone and calling a familiar number. She frowns and looks at me with interest. "Are you going to call them?" You must give me their phone number." She giggles sarcastically, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "How are you, Chris?" Her mood quickly deflates, and she develops an attractive pout on her lips. She gets off the counter, slipping my arm from her waist, and walks behind me while I failed to grab her. ''Gabriel? 'Did anything happen to Amanda?' he inquires, his voice tinged with concern.
From behind her, she yells, "Gabriel!" "Look at me, I'm a juggler!" I move my body slightly to face her and see her as she stood on top the kitchen chair, holding only two fruits. "Only two oranges, mi pequeño poni, You require three to juggle." (My Little Pony) She pouts, drops her hands on the table, and runs out from the room, making me longing to chase her down and kept her by my side. I sighed and rub my palm over my face first, then returning to the phone and conversing with Chris.
When he bursts out laughing, I yell, "How do I halt her sugar rush?" "Have her drink lots of water so as to flush it out, but it'll still take only few hours before she begin feeling the pain and crash." I curse out loud before slapping down the phone on the receiver, groaning. Why couldn't my pal be peaceful and quiet? Glancing up at the ceiling, I inquire of the Moon Goddess. "Keep your mouth shut. Then she'd be precisely like your dull self." Mura mutters something that makes me snarl.
I return outside to hunt for my companion, seeing her on the couch, conversing with Isabella and Bruno. When they heard my footsteps, they turn to face me, Isabella raising an eyebrow at Amanda. My friend, on the other hand, continues anyway. ''Cool.'' She nods as she sinks deeper onto the couch, her eyes closed and arms clasped behind her head, trying make herself more comfortable. "However, I really do not like my mate." He's not responding to my questions, and he doesn't like Dre, my rap partner. Is he envious of the fact that we could rap but he can't?"
I growl lowly, causing her eyes to open and see me approaching her. If she did mention Dre again, I'll have no problem giving in to my beasts and going after him. She uses her leg to stop me before pointing to the other seats. I grab her ankles but also sat down, putting her feet upon my lap and stroking her bare skin, having a good laugh at her with a lifted brow. "What's the matter, Amanda?" " Isabella inquires, while Bruno grins at my friend's attempt to eject me from the couch. "I failed to inform the pack chefs to keep her from sugar, so she's on a sugar high right now." I sigh, causing her to hit my arm and get up to walk over to a particular photo on my right wall. I return her stare, wishing I could grab her and drag her upstairs to our room. Kelvin and his mate are with her, wanting to hear her screams of delight as I seduce her all night. I'd also like a repeat of yesterday's performance. Her moans were so fucking hot that I wanted to hear them again and again. She abruptly turns around, her finger upon her chin as well as a puzzled expression on her face.
"Can you tell me why you have so many paintings of this man?" Have you got a weird crush on him, Gabriel?" I grunt and rub my temples in exasperation as she asks thoughtfully, while the other two giggle. I let her roam around the room, whispering incomprehensible phrases under her breath, before heading down the various corridors. However, I become concerned when she does not return after 10 minutes; the house is a maze, and she is unfamiliar with it.
I shut my eyes and adjust my position on the couch. Her powerful aroma wafts up my nostrils as I hear her movements moving in my direction. She shoves my chest as she approaches. "Can I go outside, Gabriel?" "No, but we can go upstairs to our room." "No," "Oh...do you have any games?' "There are so many games I could play along with you, my little kitten," I say. "No," "No," ''
Only if I'm able to lick the frosting off your enticing lips. "No, bebita, Just sit down," I sigh, my eyes opening to see her poised in front of me. (baby girl.) She responds with a frown before swinging on her heel then walking out from the house through the front door. With a sigh, I return to my seat on the couch. "Are you not going to get her?" Nero inquires, while I establish a mental link with Ryan then gave him permission to meet.
"I've told Paloma to keep an eye on her." She'll be OK provided as she stays on my property and stays away from other males." I respond by getting up from the couch and going upstairs to shower. It's more like a cold shower. Since I discovered my little spitfire, hot showers have become a thing of the past for me.