Diavolo Ch 07 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 07

... shirtless, but his hair had dried, soft waves framing his face. His right arm was back in a sling, knuckles red and swollen, microphone held in his left hand close to his lips. Abigail frowned at that. Michael sat close to him and Abigail’s eyes widened further when she saw the dark bruises under his eyes and swollen nose. He looked like he’d been hit in the face with a bat. “Good. Stop,” Gabriel said halting the song mid guitar riff. The look he leveled on Abigail was not friendly at all. So, he was mad. She stiffened her spine and frowned at him. If he thought he was going to boss her around like her family, he had another thing coming. The trip to her mother’s house had been in vain. Marjorie Brown was fitter than anyone in surrounding her at the moment. Abigail had stomped up the stairs only to halt in the entry to her mother’s bedroom. Some tall extremely buff man, with orangey skin called Dolph was giving her a massage on one of those padded tables masseuse use. She’d asked about her whereabouts, Abigail had been dutifully vague and then she’d begun to yell at her, finishing off with tears, calling her ungrateful and inconsiderate. Apparently, Auntie Paulina had been threatening to boot her mom out of the house because of her insistence on carousing with the heathen devil-worshiper. Said heathen was looking at her, smoke literally billowing from his nostrils. He rubbed one finger across his sinful lips, green eyes smoldering. “It was me,” Erica was saying next to her. ...

... “I’m sorry,” Abigail said looking at her. “What?” Erica smiled. Abigail realized the girl’s eyes were always kind of bugged out, like she was always surprised or something. “I’m the one who undressed you,” she shrugged with a giggle. “Thought you’d be more comfortable. I read somewhere that it’s not good to sleep with a bra on. Bad for your boobs and circulation or something. Gabriel busted Mike’s nose thinking he’d done it.” Erica laughed as Abigail gasped in shock. “Boys, huh?” “Oh-my-God.” Abigail stalked toward where Mike and Gabriel talked. She stopped in front of Michael, taking in his battered face and then looked at Gabriel’s bruised knuckles. The man was a savage. “Well, hello, Abigail,” the savage hissed tightly. “So glad you could finally join us.” She pressed her lips together, her eyes going back to Michael who just grinned, electric guitar propped on one knee with his arm draped casually over the top of it. “How’s Mikayla?’ The question startled her, her gaze swinging back to Gabriel’s cold green eyes. She tipped her nose up, swallowing down the hurt that threatened to choke her. Michael scowled at Gabriel, but he just remained looking at her with pure poison in his expression. “She’s just fine,” Abigail spat, remembering with distaste the way she’d carried on with the chauffer in the garage. The memory alone was enough to make her feel queasy. Gabriel’s eyes narrowed and Abigail actually heard him tighten his teeth. Veins stood out in his arms and neck. Oh, the ...