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Diavolo Ch. 17 free porn video
Daniel arrived with an entire entourage of medical personnel. Abigail was pretty sure he paid the hospital a good amount of money to let her go into his care. She might have protested, but he’d told her Mikayla was dead.
As she gaped at him in utter shock, a nurse jabbed her with a needle and her thoughts became fuzzy.
What happened next was very confusing. She drifted in and out of consciousness, tears wetting her cheeks the entire time. There was the sensation of being lifted, and then seeing the bright Texas sky above and the sound of helicopter blades chop-chop-chopping away at the hot air.
When she finally came around fully, she was tucked away in a sumptuous bed in the Montenegro estate, the last rays of the sun filling the room with a soft golden glow through filmy white curtains. Next to the bed was a Franciscan sister, dressed in her black jumper with short white sleeves covering three quarters of her upper arms. She had what looked like a bible in her hands but was nodded off asleep, her soft snores coming intermittently.
The second Abby tried to straighten though, the woman was on her feet, pale blue eyes leveled at Abby.
‘Don’t try to get up,’ she snapped.
Abby froze, looking up at that stern face. ‘I-I was only trying to get comfortable,’ she croaked out.
Her throat was dry. The nun immediately grabbed a glass of water at her bedside and offered it to Abby.
She drank gratefully and said as much when the sister pulled the glass away a bit.
‘More?’ the nun asked.
‘No, thank you,’ Abby said shyly.
She looked around and her gaze was caught mostly on the strap binding her arm to her chest.
Diamond…the hotel…she tried to kill her and…
‘Gabriel,’ Abby said on a choked sob as she finally remembered the rest of what happened. Had Daniel actually told her Mikayla was dead?
‘I think you need another sedative. You’re working yourself into another bout of hysteria,’ the nun said with distaste.
Her silver hair glinted from beneath her white headband.
Abby shook her head, but the ensuing headache that assailed her had her groaning in misery instead.
‘Let me have a few minutes alone with Abby, Sister Laboria.’
Daniel stepped next to the bed, handing Abby a handkerchief he’d retrieved from inside his pocket.
Sister Laboria frowned at them both and stalked from the room.
Abby dabbed at her eyes and stared earnestly at Daniel.
‘Mikayla?’
Daniel looked away, a slight crease forming between his tawny brows. He cleared his throat and stared at Abby again, his brown eyes unwavering. ‘She apparently had too much to drink and decided it was perfectly fine to go and ride the new mare my mother had acquired for our stables.’
Abby gasped. That sounded just like Mikayla.
‘Morning Star threw her off not far from the stables.’
Abby shook her head at the horror of it all. ‘Oh, Daniel…’ She gripped his arm with her free hand. ‘My mother? Where is she?’
Daniel’s gaze hardened then. ‘She chose to go live in the house Gabriel bought for her. Neither my mother nor I know where that would be because she didn’t even show up for…’ He huffed out a sigh, patting her hand. ‘None of that matters, Abby. She is well as far as I know, and I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of as well.’
Abby pulled her hand away from his clutching one.
‘Why did you bring me here? Seeing after me is my husband’s responsibility.’
Daniel’s face grew cold. ‘You don’t need Gabriel’s charity. I won’t have him belittle you, Abby.’
Abby straightened out more on the bed, feeling her anger grow. Gabriel and her needed to talk, but that was none of Daniel’s business. Daniel had dumped her for her sister and now that he was a widower, he was not going to use her as a replacement for her dead sister.
‘Gabriel would never belittle me. He loves me and I need to go back to my own house.’
Daniel snorted. ‘You mean the mansion he put up for sale yesterday?’
Cold seeped into Abby’s veins.
Daniel grinned and stood. ‘That’s right. All your belongings are in a storage.’ He dug in his pocket and pulled out a key. ‘He gave me the address and the key. The house you had was put on the market yesterday. He intends to sign over every last penny of its sale to you and wash his hands of you for good.’
Abby shook her head. She couldn’t…she wouldn’t believe such a thing.
Why? Why would Gabriel do such a thing.
‘I took the liberty of purchasing new things for you.’ He strode to a pair of double doors at the far end of the room before throwing them open. There was another room there, a closet, filled to capacity with clothing, shoes, a jewelry armoire, and a vanity brimming with makeup. It might have been every woman’s fantasy, but not Abigail’s.
‘You can have your marriage annulled. I see no reason why that wouldn’t be granted to you since legally you married Gabriel Montenegro and he just rejected that last name and took Raven as his legal name now.’
Abby shook her head, the information more than she could handle right now.
She needed to call Gabriel.
‘My phone. I need my phone.’
Daniel scowled. ‘You’re going to call and beg? Really, Abigail. I’m appalled, and what’s more, I won’t let you do that to yourself.’
Abby stared at him in shock. ‘Where’s my phone?’ she demanded more forcefully.
Daniel’s reply was to put on a calm face and softly close the closet doors. Carefully adjusting the sleeves of his white shirt, he strode to the opposite end of the room.
‘Daniel?’ she said, eyes wide as he opened the door to let the nun back in.
‘She’s ready for that sedative, Sister Laboria. Remember what we discussed.’
The nun nodded and strode back toward Abby.
‘Daniel,’ Abby exclaimed as he sauntered out.
Sister Laboria shushed her as she prepped a syringe.
Abby gasped, alarm shooting through her. ‘Wait. You can’t do this. I want to go back to…’ Was Gabriel really selling their home? Daniel had never lied to her before, but why would Gabriel do all this?
‘I don’t need that,’ Abby insisted.
‘Yes you do,’ the nun replied, her frown firm.
Abby tried to shy away from her, but she grabbed her arm hard and jabbed the needle deep.
*******
‘Do they have dogs?’ Mike whispered.
Gabriel grit his teeth in irritation as he leveled his leg over the stone wall. ‘I don’t think so.’
It was a long fall down. They’d hiked up the steep side of the hill, leading up to the back portion of the Montenegro estate.
‘Hope not,’ Mike grumbled next to him. ‘Shit.’
Gabriel grimaced as well. The entire back wall was covered in rich thick Bougainvillea.
‘If I lose an eye, I’m kicking your ass,’ Mike said tightly before jumping down.
Gabriel winced when he heard the crash and moan, following by much cursing.
Already his leg throbbed and he hadn’t even jumped. Christ. It wasn’t fully healed. What if the metal spike in it shattered the bone from the impact of the fall and he bled out?
It was dark below and he couldn’t gauge how far away he was from the ground on the other side of the wall.
Light flickered. Mike lit his lighter, giving Gabriel a clear view of the garden ground.
Gabriel launched himself. He dropped eight feet, getting snagged by thorns on the way down. Mike, bless his big heart, broke his fall.
They tumbled into a heap of arms and legs with a grunted ‘oomph’.
‘Fuck,’ Gabe panted, his head feeling a bit scrambled. ‘Thanks.’
Mike shoved him off his body and sat up, his shoulder-length wavy hair a leaf-strewn mess. ‘Yeah-yeah. Just don’t try to kiss me in gratitude.’
Gabriel rose to his hands and knees and snorted a laugh. ‘Don’t you wish.’
He dusted off his clothes, wincing at the bu
rning sensation in various parts of his body here and there. Mike lifted his arms with a grimace marring his face. Gabriel saw the welts of blood welling upon his skin. The deep scratches covered his forearms as well. He could just imagine his face.
‘We’re going to look like hell for our show tomorrow.’
Gabe shrugged. All he cared about was getting Abby to his grandmother’s house until the stupid tour was done over…unless…he quit. Let someone else become lead.
‘Hey,’ Mike said nudging him. ‘Are we doing this or not?’
Gabriel nodded and walked briskly onto the garden path.
Low lights illuminated the way, around a small pond with a gazebo and through a small maze, right up to the back of the L-shaped mansion.
Most of the lights on the main floor were lit. Gabriel looked up to the second floor. In which room did that son-of-a-bitch Daniel have his wife?
Movement from the main room had him and Mike ducking behind some shrubs near a corner of the house.
Daniel lounged on the bench of the piano in the parlor as Paulina paced back and forth before him. Her voice though muffled sounded like she was angry. Daniel caressed the keys of the piano in careless indifference.
Mike prodded him again and pointed to the side of the mansion.
Gabriel followed him. They went around the side where there was more landscaping. Mike gripped a trellis that flanked one wall.
‘They’re down here. Let’s look upstairs and see if we find her.’
Gabriel nodded. He still hadn’t figured out what the plan was once they found Abby. What had his brother told her? Would she even want to leave with him if Daniel had spilled the beans about his plan on divorcing her after the tour?
Now, in hindsight, he realized how much of a fucking coward he’d been. He couldn’t walk away from Abby…ever. It was actually easier for him to leave the music business behind. Anything to keep Abby safe if that’s what it took.
Limbs still stinging from being shredded by the Bougainvillea, they made their way up the vine-covered trellis. At least it wasn’t covered by another thorn bearing plant.
Up on the second floor balcony, they tried some closed French doors, but they were locked.
Mike walked further down and tried another set of doors.
Locked.
Gabriel huffed in frustration.
Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny object. Gabriel watched in fascination as he jimmied the lock and opened one of the doors.
He grinned at his friend with newfound admiration.
‘Where’d the fuck you learn to do that?’ Gabe whispered.
Mike just grinned, the mirth not quite reaching his eyes.
Right.
They slipped into the darkened interior of the room. Gabriel used his phone to light the interior, searching for the bed.
They were in a sitting room of sorts. Gabriel moved deeper into the room, the light of his phone illuminating a gigantic cherry wood sleigh bad. The deep green covers were undisturbed and the scent of masculine perfume permeated the cool air circulating around him.
He turned to check on Mike and stumbled back in terror. His phone went flying away as he accidentally knocked over a wooden horse from a nearby table.
Standing in the doorway had been a woman with red hair.
‘Shit,’ he heard Mike curse. ‘Can you possibly make anymore noise.’
Gabriel panted, his forehead damp with sweat as he blinked in the direction he swore he saw the woman.
A clump of what felt like hair landed in his lap.
‘It’s a wig, dumbass,’ Mike said.
Gabriel blinked in the dark. Holy fuck. No way.
‘We gotta find Abby,’ he said getting up quickly. ‘We gotta get the hell out of here.’
Gabriel turned on his heel and strode to where he could see light emanating from beneath a door. Carefully opening it, he peered out through a sliver. A hallway. Opening it further, he stepped out slowly before a fist landed in his jaw from his left before he had time to register who it was.
*******
His head pounded. He could hear voices arguing.
‘Totally unnecessary. All we had to do was call the police and have him escorted off the grounds.’
It was Paulina. Where was Mike?
‘Unnecessary? Punching that bastard in the face was unnecessary? What about what happened to Mikayla?’ another voice said on a sob, a male voice.
‘Shut up, Edvard. You are pathetic.’
Gabriel felt fear taking hold. Things were worse than he’d imagined, but how the hell did the chauffer figure into all of this? Hadn’t Abby said Miks was having an affair with him?
‘We can still call the police and get him out of here. I’ve yet to convince Abby she needs to stay.’
That had been Daniel this time around.
Paulina snorted. ‘Just let her go if that’s what she wants.’
‘No,’ Daniel snapped. ‘I’m not letting him keep her. She’s too good for the likes of him.’
Gabriel opened his eyes, they had him facedown on Daniel’s bed, his hands cuffed behind his back. He could see the trio clearly in the reflection of the mirror.
Edvard shoved Daniel back. ‘Do you like her?’
Daniel rubbed the center of his chest, pouting at Edvard. ‘How dare you question me when you were smitten with Mikayla.’
Edvard’s face turned red. ‘W-well maybe she satisfied something in me you can’t.’
Daniel slapped Edvard, shocking Gabriel as the meaning of their conversation sank in.
‘Stop it,’ Paulina hissed. ‘You both disgust me. I will not hear anymore of this obscene conversation in my presence. It’s bad enough I need to turn a blind eye to your deviant tendencies.’
His brother was living a secret life. But why did he want Abby?
His skull and face throbbed as he closed his eyes again.
Hard hands grabbed him and turned him over. Gabe’s hair had come loose from his ponytail and it now stuck to various parts of his face. Probably stuck to the clotting blood he had there. His lip felt like it was busted. He could taste blood.
‘Breaking and entering. The media is going to have a heyday with you,’ Daniel said matter of factly.
Gabriel stared into his face. His expression, the cold calculation. His gaze slid to Edvard. The younger man was looking at him with undisguised hatred. The memory slammed into him. The red hair, the pimply face. The idiot hadn’t even bothered to close the window letting Gabriel see him clearly, wearing the red wig with pink lipstick. It had been Edvard.
‘It was you,’ Gabriel hissed.
Edvard smirked. ‘Special little errand Paulina sent me on. I did it with—’
Daniel turned and snarled at Edvard. ‘Get out. Mother, call nine-one-one. Have them send the police.’
‘Where’s my wife?’ Gabriel demanded.
One of Daniel’s tawny brows rose. ‘The one you told me you wanted to divorce?’
‘She’s safer with me than with the lot of you,’ Gabriel spat in response.
‘I want this done and over with,’ Paulina huffed. ‘Let him take the girl and let’s get on with our lives. He already renounced his part of your father’s fortune.’
‘I said no. Abby is special.’
Paulina rounded on him and clutched his arms. ‘Do you finally feel something for her? I’ll get rid of that wretched Edvard once and for all if you tell me you want Abby properly as a man should.’
Daniel shrugged out of his mother’s hold. ‘I love Abby like a sister. I don’t want him to have her.’
Paulina made a disgruntled sound in her throat. ‘I give up with you.’
With that, she marched out of the room.
Daniel turned back to Gabriel. He struggled in his bonds, giving his younger brother a murderous glare. Daniel only grinned at him.
‘Don’t go away. I’m going to see to that call to the police. I’m going to enjoy watching them take you away. Guess you’re going to have to cancel your show tomorrow in New York.’
He turned and walked out, closing the d
oor behind him.
Gabriel struggled some more, but the cuffs began biting into his wrists.
Movement by the balcony doors caught his attention.
Mike tiptoed back into the room.
‘Where were you?’ Gabe whispered, never happier to see his band mate.
‘I hid outside when I saw you go down. Figured no sense both of us getting caught.’
‘Mike, the shit in here is serious.’
Mike nodded. ‘I know. I recorded it all.’ He waved his phone at Gabriel. ‘Now, stay still while I get this off you.’
Moments later, Gabriel was getting to his feet again.
He owed the man his life, but now more than ever, he needed to get Abby out of there.
‘Gotta find Abby.’
Mike shook his head. ‘She’s hurt, man. How are we going to sneak her out of here? We should go to the cops with this and tell them they’re holding her against her will.’
Gabriel shook his head. ‘I won’t leave her here. I think these crazy people killed her sister. I know for sure now Edvard was the one to run me off the road with that red wig you had on before.’
Mike’s eyes widened. ‘Shit.’
‘Exactly.’
He ran a hand through his mussed locks. ‘More reason to get the law involved in this to get her out safely.
‘I’m not leaving her,’ Gabriel hissed.
He turned and grabbed a golden iron hat was leaning against the fireplace opposite the bed.
Rod in hand, he strode out.
He didn’t need to go very far. The door just farther down from Daniel’s room was where he found Abby.
Throat tight, he rushed to her.
‘Abby,’ he said patting her cheek. ‘Abby, please.’
*******
Her limbs felt like leaden weights.
‘Abby, please,’ a sweet familiar voice beckoned in the dark void she floated in.
Abigail blinked her drowsy eyes open to the sight of Gabriel looming over her.
‘Gabe—’ she sighed, and then frown when she saw how scratched up and bruised he was. ‘What happened?’
He kissed her. ‘That doesn’t matter, baby. I need to take you home.’
Abby bit her lip. ‘Daniel said you wanted to sell our home.’
He caressed her face, eyes intense. ‘Stupidity on my part. Come. I’m taking you home.’
He slipped his arms under her to lift.
‘Not so fast.’
She looked back at the doorway in horror to see Daniel standing there holding a gun pointed at Gabriel.
‘Daniel, what are you doing?’ Abby struggled to get up, but Gabriel placed a hand on her chest holding her down, his eyes riveted to Daniel’s gun.
‘I caught him breaking and entering. No one would question me for shooting an intruder inside my own home.’
‘Daniel, he’s your brother. What are you talking about?’
‘Oh, Abby, you’re still under the influence of the sedative. Your perception is foggy.’
Again she struggle to rise, but Gabriel held her fast.
‘Daniel, Abby is too close. Keep a level head. You want me to leave. I’ll go but don’t hurt Abby.’
Daniel sneered. ‘I would never hurt her, you imbecile. Now move away…with your hands up where I can see them.’
‘No,’ Abby cried out when Gabriel inched away from her. She gripped the blanket covering her and tried to move it. It felt as though it weighed a ton. ‘Daniel, don’t hurt him. I’ll never forgive you if you do.’
‘He’s no good for you, Abby. Can’t you see that?’
She shook her head. ‘I love him, Daniel.’
His eyes grew cold. To Abby’s horror the gun raised to aim right at Gabriel’s head. ‘I’m not going to let him ruin you like my father ruined my mother. Made her the bitter shrew she is now.’
‘What are you talking about, Daniel. Please. Put the gun down. Don’t hurt Gabriel.’
As Daniel walked further into the room, Mike emerged from behind the balcony curtains and made a grab for the gun.
Daniel turned and Abby watched horrified as the gun went off.
Gabriel jumped forward, grabbing Daniel as well. The three men struggled with the gun. It went off again and blackness overwhelmed Abby, bright pain blooming in her chest.
*******
Blipping woke her again.
‘She’s going to be fine,’ a feminine voice said. ‘Just a flesh wound.’
Abby opened her eyes to see Gabriel next to her, face shredded to ribbons, but alive.
‘Abby,’ he sighed when he saw her awake.
‘What happened?’
He took her hand and kissed it. ‘You got hit with a stray bullet.’
‘And Daniel and my aunt?’
His eyes grew hard a moment. ‘Arrested, along with the chauffer.’
Abby gasped as Gabriel told her in detail everything he’d learned.
Tears wet her eyes when he explained about her sister.
‘It was either Paulina or Daniel. The police are investigating right now.’
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