Chapter 95

Gabriella turned and began walking towards a sleek black sports car parked nearby. Jackson followed, admiring how her dress clung to her curves with every step. The valet handed Gabriella the keys without a word, clearly used to her commanding presence.

He slipped into the passenger seat, the leather interior cool against his skin. She slid behind the wheel, her movements fluid and graceful. She started the engine with a roar, and they sped off into the night.

He stole glances at Gabriella as they drove through the city. The way her hands gripped the steering wheel with confidence, the determined set of her jaw – everything about her exuded power and control.

"So," he said after a few moments of silence, "how does someone like you end up in this line of work?"

She laughed softly. "That's a long story. Let's just say I enjoy living on the edge."

"I can see that," he replied, smirking. "And you do it very well."

They approached a tall, modern building wit
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