Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Six
Mateo’s pov
The handsome stranger smiled, a slow, dangerous expression that sent a jolt of heat straight down to my toes. He raised a hand, signaling the bartender with an easy confidence that showed he was used to getting exactly what he wanted, whenever he wanted it.
"Two double scotches, neat," he told the bartender, his voice a low, rumbling vibration that easily cut through the heavy, thumping bass of the club music. He didn't take his hazel eyes off me for a single second. It felt like he was studying me, mapping out the sadness in my posture and turning it into an invitation.
"I’m Gabriel, by the way," he said, extending a massive, warm hand toward me. His grip was firm and heavy, his rough palm sliding against mine with an undeniable friction
