Diavolo Ch 07 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 07

... need?” “I didn’t come here to ask for money, Auntie,” Abigail said standing very tall. “Mikayla said my mother was very ill.” Paulina snorted. “Well, if she is, it’s news to me.” Mikayla walked in then, her short denim skirt garnering a moue of distaste from Paulina and an indifferent stare from Daniel. “Mikayla, what’s going on?” Abigail demanded. Mikayla stared at all of them with wide innocent eyes. “Whatever do you mean, sister dearest?’ “Why did you call me to tell me mother was sick and bed-ridden?” Mikayla frowned and planted her fists on her slim hips, one Michael Kors shoe tapping on the glossy marble floor. “Mom said to call you because she wasn’t feeling well. She was in bed when she told me. I wasn’t lying.” Abigail scowled at her. “Well, why didn’t she call me herself?” Mikayla flicked back a strand of her long red hair. “How the hell should I know?” *** Gabriel woke with a start. The house was dead quiet. “Abigail,” he called out wincing at the tenderness in his ribs. The doctor did say it’d take six fucking months for those to heal completely, and his leg maybe a year, maybe more. “Abs,” he called out. Where was she? Keys sounded in the front door and he turned to stare. Maybe she’d gone to get groceries. Michael stepped in with a grin. Rage exploded inside Gabriel. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. “Hey, man. Thought I’d come by to see how you were doing. Saw Abs take off a while ago. You okay? You look kind of flushed.” His chucks squeaked closer. ...

... “Got something in my eyes,” Gabriel replied tightly. “Yeah? Shit. Let me take a look.” Gabriel leaned more on his left arm and waited for Mike to come closer. His right fist connected beautifully with Mike’s nose, sending a jolt of agony up his arm. Totally worth it though as he collapsed with a groan back on the inflatable mattress. A river of blood flowed from Mike’s swollen nose as the man swore a plethora of expletives at Gabriel. “What the fuck was that for?” “Don’t act like you don’t know, you bastard,” Gabriel snarled rubbing at his aching collarbone. Christ. It felt like he’d snapped it again. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Michael replied, hand over nose, eyes wide and angry. “You fucking stripped Abigail last night,” Gabriel seethed. “I want to fucking kill you. How could you touch my girl, man?” Michael began to laugh. He stumbled back, falling on one of Gabe’s couches laughing his fucking ass off. Gabriel’s rage knew no limits at that point. He began to struggle to drag himself up, just wanting to get his hands around the fucker’s fat neck. “You jealous, pathetic bastard,” Michael guffawed. “Erica was the one who tucked her in. I came up here to get the juice and aspirin, remember, asshole?’ Gabriel ceased his efforts at standing without his crutches and narrowed his eyes at Michael. “So you didn’t see her naked?” Michael continued to laugh, making Gabriel feel like an ass for sure. “You have got it really bad, brother. I think you broke my ...