1. Diavolo Ch 08


    Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    Gabriel banged on her door for about five minutes. She’d locked him out. “Abigail, god-damn-it,” he yelled at the door. “Give her time to cool down, man,” Rafe said behind him. “Shut-up. This is all your damn fault,” Gabriel snapped pounding the door three more times. If it weren’t for his three broken ribs, a busted leg, and a barely healed collarbone he’d have busted the door down by now. Michael leaned against said door frame, eyes flashing in irritation. “Would you calm the fuck down, you idiot? All you’re doing is making things worse.” Gabriel glared at him, trying to get his ragged, infuriated panting under control. He had a point. Gabe gripped his crutches with knuckle-whitening intensity as he directed his hostile stare at the door accusingly. She’d gone to him. Daniel. When she’d texted him back that she was at the Montenegro estate he’d almost sent his phone through the glass doors of the downstairs game room. Trying to keep a grip on his volatile temper, he immersed himself in music. At Michael’s insistence, they’d worked on the first song he’d written for Abigail. He’d pretty much spilled his pathetic guts in that song. Christ. Mike was right. He had it bad, like never before. And then she tells him she’s at Daniel’s house. Knife straight to the heart, kick to the balls. He didn’t need to look behind him to know the rest of the guys were standing there, witnessing all the drama. How he hated drama. Taking a deep breath, “Erica, get me the ring of keys I have by ...
    the fridge up in the kitchen.” Dainty footsteps sounded up the stairs. Michael’s quasi-unibrow almost touched across the bridge of his broken nose. “Seriously, Gabe. What are you doing?” Gabriel gave him a calm face, despite his roiling inner emotions. “I’m gonna talk to my girl.” Behind them, Angelo snorted. One of Mike’s brows rose a bit. “Talk?” Gabriel pursed his lips. “Yeah, talk.” They stood there staring at each other. Mike didn’t believe him, but he’d show them he could handle this. It wasn’t going to be like the time… Gabriel frowned, trying to remember a time when he’d been able to remain cool. Michael’s brows rose a bit more. “Well, there’s a first time for everything,” Gabriel hissed. Erica skipped over with the keys. Gabriel found the right one and unlocked the door. Turning, he glared at the guys. “Privacy, please.” They stayed right where they were; Rafe leaning against the pool table texting his buddies currently sitting around the outdoor lounge area waiting for him to give them the signal things had calmed down inside. Angelo was sitting on the pool table even though he knew Gabriel hated that. Erica stood near Mike, who was still leaning against the door frame with his bulky arms now folded over his chest, dubious expression still irritatingly fixed on his mug. Gabriel entered her room and almost stepped in puke. He wrinkled his nose. “Shit.” She’d gotten sick? A healthy dose of guilt now beating him up from the inside out, he hobbled over to where he heard ...
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