95. You really love him?

ERICA

“So you are saying that I can’t talk to him?” I asked, my fingers knotted together as helpless anger burned through me.

We were in Gabe’s home office, Summer was standing beside him while I sat in front of them like a child put to task. Lily, Gabe’s housekeeper and a maternal figure to him and my sister, had prepared us lunch which I had barely swallowed a few bites of as I was too anxious to have this conversation but now whatever I had eaten it all threatened to come back up at what Gabriel just said to me.

“I think it would be for the best.” Gabriel said now.

“You think....” I couldn’t even form the words, I was so fûcking furious. “You think that you drugging me, kidnapping me and bringing me here against my will is for the best. You think that not letting me talk to him is for the best.”

With every word I spoke, my anger became obvious and I started to lose whatever calm I had. “Rica, please, calm down.”

I stared at my sister and asked of Gabriel, “Was that really your dec