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Diavolo Ch 02
Date: 4/16/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
couldn’t appreciate having a fiancé as special as Daniel. He certainly didn’t deserve someone like Mikayla. She was beneath him. She hated that Gabriel had to be so disturbing attractive, and how she couldn’t seem to stop shuddering or aching everywhere with the mere thought of the man. Daniel had never evoked such terrible carnal desires as Gabriel. It was just wrong and sinful. After what felt like hours, Abigail rose from her perch within the gazebo. The sun was already setting and casting long shadows in the maze. She wound her way back to her balcony and entered her room. Mikayla was waiting for her, pacing furiously next to the white iron bed sitting in the middle of the room. Her sister’s hair looked as though she’d run her hands a million times through it, all mussed and wild. Abigail stopped abruptly at the French doors when her sister pinned her with a murderous glare. “You fucking little whore,” she yelled. “You wanted Gabriel all to yourself, didn’t you?” Abigail recoiled. “Mikayla, I only want what’s b—“ “Shut-up, you conniving little slut,” Mikayla shouted stomping toward her. Abigail yelped when her sister gripped her arm tight, her nails digging into her skin painfully. She pulled her other arm up defensively, fearing Mikayla would slap her. She looked ready to tear her eyes out. “Mikayla, please! Mom just wanted me to speak with him—“ “But you fucked him too, you little tramp,” Mikayla snapped, striking out. Abigail managed to turn her face in time, but ... Mikayla’s nails scraped part of her cheek and throat. Next, her sister grabbed her hair. Abigail cried out and tried keep her sister from doing too much damage, but the blows made her head spin and ears ring. After a while, their mother joined the fray and tried to separate them. It took her mother and two other maids to pull a screeching Mikayla off Abigail. Abigail wiped the blood from the corner of her lips and stared horrified at her sister. She looked like she was possessed. Her mother was yelling as well, but Mikayla was screaming like lunatic, completely lost to her rage. Marjorie pulled her hand back and slapped her daughter hard across the face. Mikayla finally shut up, staring daggers at her mother as well. After a few seconds of stunned silence, Abigail’s mother finally spoke. “I cannot believe either of you. Fighting like bitches in heat over a mongrel.” Her mother stared at them, back and forth, her breath coming in ragged pants. Mikayla shook the maids off her angrily. After giving Abigail one last blistering glare, she stalked out of the room. Marjorie smoothed one shaking hand over her blond bob, trying to gain her composure. Abigail rushed to her nightstand to retrieve a tissue and dab at her eyes and nose. “Be off now,” her mother shooed the maids. Both women beat a hasty retreat, giving Abigail baleful stares over their shoulders as they closed the door behind them. Abigail stared at her mother. About to tell her it was all her fault for letting Mikayla do as ...