‘I can’t believe it. Jackson is dead.’ I shook my head in disbelief. ‘How did you do it, Gabe?’
‘Me? I didn’t do it, did I? I was here with you last night — and he was in prison. They’re as hard to break into as they are to break out of, you know?’
‘I know you didn’t actually do it. But you had something to do with it. That’s what you’ve been up to. That’s what you couldn’t tell me?’
He shrugged. ‘I gave an old friend of mine some information about Jackson and he acted on it — that’s all. I’ll tell you all about it — but not right now.’ He kissed me on the forehead and sat back in the chair. I noticed him wince as he flexed his right shoulder.
‘Are you okay?’ I asked.
‘I’ll tell you about that later too,’ he said with a grimace.
I opened my mouth and was about to protest when he frowned at me. ‘Will you please relax?’ He placed his hand on my stomach. ‘You’ve had a shock, and I don’t want either of you getting stressed.’
I placed my hand over his. ‘There’s no way anything can come back on you?’
He shook his head. ‘No way at all.’
‘You really are my Angel Gabriel, aren’t you?’ I said as I leaned my head on his chest.
He pulled me tightly to him. ‘Always.’
Chapter 84
Gabriel
I held Samantha tightly as she sat on my lap on the sofa. I had put a cheesy romantic comedy on and I was pleased to see her smiling at her favourite part. The searing pain in my shoulder throbbed and I wondered how many hours it had been since I’d taken some of the strong painkillers I’d been provided with earlier.
With Alfie’s help I had stumbled out of the cottage earlier that morning and into Alfie’s car. I vaguely remembered the drive to the surgeon’s house as I’d drifted in and out of consciousness in the back, but I’d heard Alfie organising the clean-up crew to dispose of Marcus Payne’s body and any other evidence that he and I had been there.
By midday the bullet had been removed from my shoulder and I’d been patched up by Alfie’s surgeon friend as well as given three pints of blood and some heavy-duty painkillers. Then the surgeon’s wife had brought in an array of shirts until I had found one to fit me. I had been impressed by their operation and it was obvious that Alfie sent a lot of work their way. Alfie Cunningham paid the bill, thanking me for taking a bullet for him.
Once I was dressed again, it had been hard to tell, from looking at me at least, that I’d even been shot. I certainly felt like I had though. I felt like I’d been put through a clothes mangle. I’d been at home about to sleep off the last of the sedatives I’d been given when I’d received the call from Sadie. I’d known Jackson Carver’s days were numbered, but I hadn’t known when it was going to happen. He’d been found dead that morning — hanging in his cell by all accounts.
Although Samantha was convinced otherwise, her father and I were sure that Jackson Carver had been behind Anthony Garvey too. Now the two of them were out of the picture.
As soon as I had seen Samantha earlier, adrenaline had kicked in and I’d forgotten all about my bullet wound and how much it fucking hurt. I wondered how the hell I was going to explain it to her later when we went to bed and she saw my shoulder. But for now, I was content to sit with her in my arms. Finally, we were free of Jackson Carver, and Samantha Donovan was all mine.
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Samantha
I watched as Gabriel hung my favourite piece of art on his sitting room wall — although I supposed it was now my wall too. I’d agreed to move in with him and let my flat go. I’d only been renting the place while I looked for somewhere more permanent. I spent every night with Gabriel anyway, and now that I was fourteen weeks pregnant with his baby, it seemed like the most logical next step.
‘Is this okay?’ he asked as he took a step back and admired his handiwork.
‘Perfect,’ I replied with a smile.
‘Good,’ he said as walked over and flopped onto the sofa beside me. ‘Is there anything else I can do for you m’lady?’
‘Yes. You can nip to the supermarket and get me some peanut M&M’s. The baby needs some.’
‘Ah, I am well aware of our child’s current addiction to M&M’s and there are three bags in the cupboard.’
‘Oh, when did you go to the shops?’ I asked.
‘I nipped to the corner shop this afternoon when you were on the phone to Sadie for an hour.’
‘They had none in stock when I asked this morning?’
‘What can I say? Susie has a thing for me. She always has whatever I ask for in stock,’ he said with a grin.
I rolled my eyes. Susie owned the newsagents at the end of the road. She was in her sixties, wore leather miniskirts and had a beehive, and she always gave Gabriel the eye when he went into her shop. ‘I think I’d better keep my eye on you and Susie,’ I said as I nudged him in the ribs.
He started to laugh and put an arm around me. ‘I only have eyes for you though, you know that.’
‘Hmm,’ I replied.
‘Hmm? What does that mean? You think after what I did to you this morning I could even look at another woman ever again?’ he said with a twinkle in his eye.
‘What did you do? I can’t even recall?’ I teased him.
‘You don’t remember? Really? Even though you almost woke the whole street up with your screaming?’
I kissed his beautiful lips. ‘Oh yes, I remember now.’
‘Just in case though, I’ll take that lasagne out of the oven and then I’ll remind you again, shall I?’
‘Oh yes, I’d like that,’ I said with a smile.
We were interrupted by a knock at the door and we looked at each other
‘It’s probably my dad,’ I said. ‘No-one else would call round at six o’clock on a Sunday. You sort the dinner and I’ll get the door.’
‘If it is your father, tell him to stop being a cock-blocker and clear off,’ he said with a grin.
‘A cock-blocker? Really? You want me to say that to my father — who likes to think that this little one was conceived via immaculate conception?’ I said as I rubbed my tiny bump.
He nodded and then disappeared down the hallway.
I walked to the door and thought, not for the first time that day, how happy and blessed I felt to have Gabriel and our unborn child. I opened the door and almost passed out with shock to see a woman standing there with tears streaming down her face.
‘Is Gabriel home?’ she asked between sobs.
I had never met her, but I recognised the face of Gabriel’s ex-wife from a photograph. ‘Jennifer?’
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