Chapter One Hundred And Ninety Two
Mateo’s pov
The rain in Manchester did not stop. For three days after Victoria’s visit to my studio, the gray clouds hung low over the city, pouring cold water onto the black streets. Inside Gabriel’s house, we tried to keep the warmth alive. We spoke to Khalid’s legal advisors, we made calls to my modeling agency, and Gabriel spent hours on the phone securing the bank accounts for his fitness centers. Every time he finished a call, he would come over to me, wrap his massive, muscular arms around my waist, and press a deep, warm kiss against my forehead. He kept telling me that everything would be fine, that we were a team, and that his mother could not break a bond made of solid steel.
I wanted to believe him. I really did. Every single time I felt hi
