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Diavolo Ch 06
Date: 1/25/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories
Ignoring the softly chiming phone, she continued to dab at the stupid tears that insisted on running down her cheeks. Her nose was turning red and her eyes looked bright. The damage was done. There was no way anyone couldn’t guess she was trying not to bawl her eyes out and doing a poor job of it. Again, the phone rang and dinged, signaling a text had been left. It rang and dinged three more times. With trembling hands she picked up the phone and opened the message. Gabe: Baby pick up. That shit was staged. I had no idea. Gabe: Baby please pick up the phone! Gabe: NOW!!!! Gabe: Don’t u dare leave the house Abigail! We r going to talk!!!!! Abigail scoffed at the last message. Who did he think he was? A soft knock at the door made her jump. “Mijita, are you alright?” Anna Maria called through the door. Abigail felt guilty at leaving the poor old woman alone. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and smiled. “I’m fine,” she managed to say without breaking down. Anna Maria frowned and shook her head. “These women. They throw themselves at my grandson, mijita. He has eyes only for you, believe me. I can see it.” Abigail nodded. “It’s okay, Anna Maria.” The woman frowned. “No. I see you are upset. You are a good girl, and Gabriel adores you. Do not doubt him.” Abigail bit her lip. She couldn’t very well tell Gabe’s grandmother that she suspected Gabe just wanted to bed her. “We’re just so different,” Abigail sighed. “Nonsense,” the older woman tutted. “Gabriel is a good man and ... you’re a good girl. You’re perfect for each other.” If only it were that simple. Her phone rang again and Anna Maria looked at her expectantly. Abigail gulped and answered it. It wasn’t Gabriel. Mikayla’s voice cackled with delight in her ear. “What did I tell you, stupid? There you go. Congratulations. You’re yesterday’s news. Did you finally give him some tail or did he just get tired of trying for it?” Abigail smiled at Anna Maria and told her, “It’s my sister.” The woman nodded and turned to go into the kitchen. “Where are you?” Mikayla asked impatiently. “I haven’t seen your mug in over a month.” “How’d you get my number?” Abigail asked closing her eyes. “It’s on mom’s phone,” her sister answered laughing. “Don’t tell me you’ve been staying at the hospital all this time? Really, Abby. That’s beyond desperate.” “I have my own place,” Abigail answered. “What? Liar. Where’d you get the money? If you asked my boyfriend—“ “I have my own money, thank you,” Abigail spat. Mikayla snickered. “Whatever. So where is this little place of yours?” Abigail swallowed, reluctant to reveal her whereabouts. “Bayside.” Mikayla snorted. “What? You get a job as a live-in maid?” Abigail felt her face grow hot. “The owner is always away and needs someone to look after the place.” She cringed when Mikayla burst out laughing. “You have got to be fucking kidding me. Are you serious? I-mean, I only said that to bust your chops, but Jesus! A maid?” More loud laughter. Abigail felt her temper flare. ...