1. Diavolo Ch 06


    Date: 1/25/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    had said to Michael and then thought about Gabriel. Guilt assailed her at her own reaction to him when he finally came home. Instead of welcoming him with affection, she’d turned her face from his seeking kiss, heart full of doubts. He didn’t deserve that, and admitted to herself she’d let Mikayla poison her mind. Feeling repentant, she walked out of the bathroom and went back outside, mind made up about what she needed to do Gabriel sat alone, face stony, looking at the glittering pool water as the light reflected from within. Feeling shy, she walked toward him. The others laughed and talked. There was music from a sound system playing. Gabriel never looked up when she approached him and sat again. Now he seemed cold and distant, even though she touched his face. “I’m sorry I bolted,” she began. He reached to his left and to her shock lifted a bottle of beer with a shrug. “You’re entitled to do whatevs.” “Gabriel, you shouldn’t be drinking,” she exclaimed reaching to take the bottle from him. He yanked it from her reach, his eyes glaring at her, “God-dam-it, Abs. I’m not a fucking monk. Let me at least get shit-faced, yeah?” Abigail stared at him, mouth open. He put the bottle to his mouth and tipped his head back. Before he could take the first swig, Michael appeared and snatched the bottle away. “You’re on meds, asshole.” “Fuck,” Gabriel hissed, closing his eyes. Michael patted his head and chugged down the beer for him. *** Gabriel was doing his best not to flip out ...
    from rage. Paulina’s words played over inside his head on an endless loop, driving him insane. She’d had the audacity to call him, pretending to be happy he’d recovered. The bitch. He was almost sure she was the one who’d tried to drive him off the road. He vaguely remembered a black vehicle ramming him from the side. She’d asked about Abigail. That’s where he’d practically lost it. “I’ve cut off my financial aid for her. Seems her putting out for you has secured her enough income to not need mine anymore.” “Don’t talk about her as if she were some cheap whore.” “Well, that’s what you’ve turned her into, it seems. You’re garbage. Anything you touch or fuck turns into garbage as well.” “Funny. I recall you giving me the fuck me eyes at dinner that night before you tried to kill me later, Auntie,” he spat with as much hatred as he could draw from the blackest depths of his soul. “If I’d wanted to kill you, trust me, you’d be as dead as your whore of a mother,” she replied smugly. White-hot fury had seared through him, but the communication had been cut off. Apparently, she’d said all she needed and hung up on him. Second woman that day that had done that. The first one sat between his spread thighs now, looking like a kicked puppy. Abigail stared intently at the fingers she twisted and pulled on her lap. Her hair fell in a tumble of gold over the shoulder facing away from him. She’d worn a tight little tank top that accentuated the full swells of her breasts. Short as she was, he ...
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