1. Diavolo Prologue


    Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    fluttered closed after a few seconds and Gabriel knew a moment of panic. “Ma?’ he held her hand tighter, “What’s wrong with her.” “It’s just a sedative,” the nurse, whose nametag read Amber , said with an over bright smile. His grandmother was squeezing his hand again. He looked down at her. She was whispering something. “I’m right here,” he said softly, leaning in close. “The trunk in the attic. The key…it’s in that old jewelry box your grandfather made me.” Gabriel breathed in her sweet scent. She always smelled like baby powder and rose water, only now it was mixed with the unpleasant scent of disinfectants used in the private hospital. Again, he kissed her cheek when she sighed, sleep overtaking her. Shaking his long hair back, he pulled his ball cap back on before grabbing the leather jacket he’d discarded on the dresser by the door. The nurse darted in front of him, her chest sticking out provocatively as she twirled a strand of her dark blond hair around a finger. “Don’t worry about, Anna Maria. I’ll take really good care of her.” She said as he shrugged back into his jacket.. Gabriel tipped his head to the side, licking his lips. Her eyes followed the movement hungrily. “I don’t doubt that for a moment, Amber. Thank you. She means the world to me.” Amber’s eyes widened when he said her name. She looked as if she were about to melt into a puddle at his feet. He gave her a lop-sided grin and walked out. The drive to his childhood home didn’t take long. He drove out of ...
    the city into the suburbs. Quiet had descended upon the stately neighborhood with its tall oaks lining either side of the street. The night air rustled the trees as he pulled into the driveway of the two-story stone colonial. The automatic light over the garage door winked on as the door slid open. He rolled his Audi R8 Spyder into the enclosed garage and waited for the garage door to close again before stepping out. The car’s automatic security system blipped twice as he walked toward the door that would let him into the entry between the kitchen and pantry in his grandmother’s house. Sharmane was waiting near the door wearing a loud pink fuzzy robe with matching slippers and bright green curlers in her hair. The housekeeper’s big, dark-brown eyes blinked at him expectantly. “How is she doing, Mr. Gabriel?’ the elderly black woman asked wringing her fingers together. Gabriel shoved his hands in his pockets, desperate to get to that key and unlock that mysterious trunk his grandmother had mentioned. He just didn’t want to be rude to the poor woman. After all, she cared for his grandmother in his absence. “She’s stable, Sharmane. I went straight from the airport to the hospital and talked to the doctors. They have her sedated and are doing everything they can.” Sharman crossed herself and called upon the good Lord Jesus. “I’ve been praying for her speedy recovery for the past two days. She just don’t listen to reason, Mister Gabriel. Always wantin’ to be weedin’ and rakin’ the ...
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