1. Diavolo Ch 02


    Date: 4/16/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    you will just walk away from her,” she ordered with that haughty tone that was quickly getting on his nerves. “What?” he laughed incredulously. “Listen, lady, Micks is the one who won’t leave me be, and even if I were to keep her at arm’s length, she’d just go off with another one of the guys from the band.” Abigail winced and he felt a perverse satisfaction at pointing at how slutty her sister really was. “She obviously has an itch her fiancé is unable to scratch.” The slap took him by surprise. “You are a pig,” Abigail hissed. She gasped when he gripped her arms and hauled her against his chest. He’d never been slapped in all his life, and now he was pissed…and, weirdly enough, suddenly turned on by the little minx. She stared up at him, her sweet mouth gaping like a fish out of water, big eyes dropping down to his mouth. It was then he realized he was baring his teeth at her like a rabid dog. He needed to let her go…just open his fingers from around her delicate arms and step back…but it was not easy when she felt so amazing against him. Well—shit…he wanted to kiss her. Abigail licked her lips, her eyelids drooping half closed as another shudder went through her. Yes. Gabriel’s head began to descend. “Ey, am I interrupting something?” The sound of Angelo’s voice snapped him out of his daze. What the fuck had he been about to do? Kiss the chick who’d just slapped him and demanded he stay away from her crazy, psycho, stalker sister? He let her go so suddenly, she actually ...
    stumbled away from him looking dazed. Gabriel turned on his heel and stalked toward Angelo. “Micks has been looking all over for you,” the blond drummer said, his eyes darting from Gabriel to Abigail. “I’m leaving,” Gabriel snarled out as he strode past the bewildered man. “Leaving? But the party’s just getting started,” Angelo called out behind him. Gabriel did not stop. A few minutes later, he was making his way out of Ariel’s place, expensive tires screeching as he took the curve of the driveway too fast. Flicking on the sound system in the car, he shifted into a higher gear as Alice In Chains’ Check My Brain came on. Days after discovering he was Daniel Montenegro’s first-born son and heir to half the man’s empire, his grandmother had been released from the hospital. The last leg of Diavolo’s European tour had come to an end and Gabriel had just felt undecided about what he wanted to do. Michael, the lead guitarist and founder of the band, and Gabriel were working on new songs for their next production and their first CD was in the top ten across the US. His grandmother had asked him if he’d found his mother’s things in the attic. Gabriel had asked her why she’d never said anything before. She’d just looked away and shrugged, looking very old and tired of a sudden, saying that there had been no point. Gabriel had left it at that, for now. He wanted to concentrate on his career as a singer and songwriter rather than pursue the riches some stranger had consequently left him. ...
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