1. Diavolo Prologue


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

    it tightly he made his way out of the room and into the linen closet a ways farther down the hallway. Pulling down the cord to the attic, he stepped up the old wooden ladder after having flicked on the lights from a switch near one of the shelves. The attic was pretty big, and relatively spotless. It was hot though, the heat from the prior day’s summer sun still radiating within. The floorboards squeaked under his footfalls as he approached the area where he knew she kept various trunks. She had traveled much when she was younger and collected many things. Most were packed away in boxes. He noticed a trunk with his mother’s initials carved into the lid. He knew it wasn’t locked because when he was younger he always looked through the items within it. There were photo albums with pictures missing, most likely the ones with his father. There were baby shoes, some clothes, a few necklaces and hats, and an old eight by ten picture of his mother in a wedding dress with his aunt standing next to her. That picture had always bothered him. Auntie Paulina was giving his mother a sly sideways glance with a slight smirk on her lips. His mother had looked beautiful in the photo with her simple white gown, but there was a sadness in her eyes the belied the smile on her face. Sighing, he moved the trunks around a bit and stumbled on his old toy box. It was shaped like a pirate’s chest and had a big padlock on it. Frowning, he vaguely remembered telling his grandmother to get rid of his ...
    childhood toys. She’d had a garage sale about fifteen years back to help a family down the street when they’d lost all their belonging in a fire. He could have sworn she’d brought this whole chest down. He snorted, shaking his head. It would be so like her to hold onto it for sentimental reasons. Eying the padlock and the key he held, he knelt and tried the lock. It opened with a snick. He set the antique looking lock aside. Nothing prepared him for what he found within. There was an enormous box with a beautiful wedding gown inside. It wasn’t the one in the picture of his mother. Who’s bridal gown had this belonged to? His aunt? Why would it be here? Sifting through the mounds of aged tissue paper, he found a leather-bound diary, tied closed with a red ribbon. Gabriel’s eyes widened when he noticed a ring threaded through the ribbon. His jaw went slack when he saw the size of the rock on the dainty ring. The thing had to be at least ten carats and worth a fortune. What the fuck! Below the box were stacks of letters bound in ribbon, the same shade of red as the one holding the diary closed. “Daniel Montenegro,” Gabriel read. “What the hell?” he gasped. The only Daniel Montenegro he knew, was the CEO of North Star Records, the company that was currently negotiating with his band mates and manager for a big recording deal. And that guy was a year younger than Gabriel’s thirty. Good-lord! Had his mother been involved in a romance with Daniel Montenegro’s father, the original owner ...
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