The man always flew solo. Now all of sudden he wanted company. She was up there locked behind a tiny metal door, doing whatever it was she was doing. Shouldn’t have been a massive dick to her. Dravaggio was eyeing him while Cyrian talked to Draven and Jes. “You disobeyed a direct order.” He’d done that and a whole lot more. Taking the brunette back to his place was more than a little fucked up. “I’m well aware of my actions Stefan.” “Are you Gabriel.” The Captain’s tone dared the other man to step out of line. He turned to his long-time friend. A man he’d wronged in more ways than one and sighed. When they’d first met, he could only be in the other man’s presence for short moments at a time. He’d been determined to do something right for once while he spent his time on Earth. But still, he was messing up.
