AbelI knew it wasn't right, and I'd probably get a lot of judgement if anyone got to find out, but I did what any man in my shoes could've done. Back upstairs, in her room, I dug out the letter Solana had stuffed into the trash can and read it.I didn't quite know what I was expecting, but I was sure of one thing now. The fucking bastard of a father was too weak to stay alive, and instead of killing himself, he had to hire assassins to do the dirty work, making everyone suspect my father had been the one who'd gone after him. I couldn't be even more disgusted. He was so evil, trying to paint the Stravkos family with blame, than take responsibility for his actions even in this, a final, crappy letter to the daughter he unwittingly gave out without batting an eye. Did he even know the amount of damage the letter would do to her mental health? Did he know it will only add to the guilt she felt already with his sudden loss?What a moron. Fucking sick bastard.I paced my private office, p
Abel“Sir, she's ready with the first dress,” the girl announced, bowing curtly before she pointed at the dressing room. A large, ruby-red curtain hid the interior from view.I followed her in. It was a private room with a sofa and a mirror. A thin, white, threadbare curtain separated it from the changing area. Once inside, the girl slammed the door quietly and disappeared behind the white curtain, leaving me to stew in a multitude of questions about Andrew's recent trip to see Erin and Damien, as well as a shitload of uncomfortable silence.“Darn it, it's too low. I don't like it,” I overheard Lana complain.“Don't be a wuss. It looks gorgeous on you,” the girl retorted.A moment later, she pulled the curtain aside, and my eyes widened, my heart rate quickening at the speed of light, a warm feeling like sunrise lodging itself in my throat at the sight of the lady in front of me. There stood Lana, her face creased in a deep frown, her long, dark curls falling over her shoulders in gen
AbelI swallowed, my cock straining harder against my suit pants, as she raised her hands up for the girl to slide a short red dress over her head. This one hung lose to the low waist, armless, with slits all the way through.“Fun part?” the girl said with a sly beam, turning Solana around so she had her back to me. The back was cut out neatly to the hips, accentuating the figure of her silhouette perfectly.“It's beautiful. How about that one?” I asked, pointing to a black-colored midi that hung on her arm. The girl nodded in obedience, undressing and dressing Solana again. Turning her this way and that, all while my cock grew harder, Solana's silent submission turning me on as much as inspecting her naked body did.Fuck.Once she'd gone through the rest of the new dresses, the girl packed them back up and left us again.“What are we doing?” Lana asked in a whisper. She stood before me now in nothing but her panties and short wedges, her hands folded over her breasts, the sexual tens
Abel“We shouldn't have come here.”I looked up from my menu, at her, exhaling softly. “Is there any other restaurant you'd love us to try out? It's not too late for us to leave.”She kept her eyes down, on her laps, her lashes fluttering. “You don't just get it. I'm not hungry. That's what I meant.”“No,” I shook my head. “You don't mean that. I know you, Lana. You're only being difficult,” I paused, leaning in closer now. “I won't take no for an answer. You're eating and that's final.”Before she could protest further, I turned my head and signalled the waiter over. He was tall, with a looping frame and a smart uniform.“Go on, now. Tell him what you'd like to have.”She glared daggers at me, but obeyed, her shoulders deflating. “Fine. I'll have the green herb risotto with goat cheese, please.”“Coming right up,” the waiter beamed, giving me a curt bow before taking our menus and disappearing through the door behind the countertop.Once the dresses had been paid for, Solana changed
SolanaHe laughed out loud and long at my expression after he'd said that. I couldn't believe it. My eyes instantly lit up, and it was getting hard for me to sit still. Excitement coursed through my veins, made me anxiously wish that we were home already. I knew he said it to get my mind off the banquet, to set my mind free from worrying, and it worked. I was grateful, and throughout the entire ride back home it was all I could think about.Once we got home, Abel kept his left arm secured around my waist as he dismissed Lauren and Marco for the night even though it was still six thirty. He then led the way, into the living room to grab a bottle of red wine, before taking me upstairs to his bedroom.“Are you still curious?” he asked once we were inside and he'd closed the door behind him and turned the lock. Uncapping the wine cork, he took a large gulp, then passed it over to me. Watching him, I took a gulp too, then coughed, and handed it back to him. Tears made my eyes sting. He chu
SolanaAbel moved to stand behind me and knelt between my legs, his powerful hands cupping my ass, gripping and spreading me wide. I swallowed, nervous with anticipation.“Eyes on me,” he rasped.I turned my gaze to him and watched, turned on, nervous, excited, embarrassed, wanting. I hated my body for wanting this. Something trickled down my inner thigh. My arousal, I knew.Fuck.His eyes lit up mischievously. I suppressed a groan. “You're dripping hard for me, Lana.” I hated the sexy way he said my name. So delicately like he had peppermint candy in his mouth and he was trying his best not to sink his teeth into it.He leaned his head down. His tongue must've caught the drop. He slid his hot tongue up all along my thigh until he reached my core. My ass cracks.I made some non-committal sound, quickly burying my head in the mattress, squeezing the sheets above my head as he buried his face into my pussy.“I love having you like this, Lana. Ass in the air, face down, all spread out fo
AbelGrowing up, while Mom was still alive and helped to keep a tight leash around Father's neck, I'd loved nothing more than coming back home to the family home at Nordstrom. Back home to her sweet-smelling buns, and ginger tea. Back home to Father laughing, and Andrew behaving himself. But now, that felt like ages ago — the memories so faint, I couldn't even remember when last Father laughed, or if Mom's hair was blonde, or a pale ginger. Now, as we neared the property, Solana sat beside me in the car quietly, her trembling fingers the only thing that announced her tension. She looked stunning in the red, short dress I'd specifically chosen for her, her dark curls shiny, framing her beautiful face — a light make-up accentuating the almond shape of her emerald-green-colored eyes.I took my left hand off the steering wheel and touched her knee as we pulled up in front of the security gate.She stilled, startled, turning her eyes to me.I tried to manage a small smile but failed. “Quit
Abel“Well, who do we have here, huh?” Norman Stravkos started, his mood falsely cheery, glancing at his watch. “It's nice of you to finally grace us with your presence, Abel. Thought we weren't worthy enough.”“I'm sorry, Father. We left the house late and got stuck in traffic for a few hours,” I lied, loathing my instant shift in behavior whenever I was around him. I didn't feel like a grown man, but a kid again. And not just any kid — that eager-to-please child who wouldn't stop trying even though it was crystal clear that he could never do enough. That his efforts could never be appreciated enough. That he could never be enough. He didn't comment on my lie, whether he believed it all not, but turned his eyes to Solana, his eyes glistening at her dress.“You look dashing, dearest Lana. Great to see you in anything other than that dreadful black veil and dress you had on at the funeral,” he said, chuckling.My heart sank as she bunches her hands into fists beside her. I squeezed her
AbelWe didn't speak for the rest of the drive. There were so many things to say, so many demons to confront, and they hovered right above up, making the air thick with a dense foreboding. Once we reached the mansion, I climbed out of the car, and straightened my shirt, clutching the envelope containing the new contract. It was not necessary getting Father to sign it — his signature mattered less — but for closure to be properly achieved, I had to do it this way.“Ready, sweetheart?”Before I could nod and respond, Lana wound her arm through mine. Since I got shot, we'd gotten much closer to each other. We enjoyed each other's company, craved each other's opinions and bodies, and when she did stuff like this, touching me like this, it made me feel lucky, special. It made my heartbeat quicken, my heart filling with a joy I'd never thought possible.I pulled her back. “You don't have to go in with me. I won't waste any time. Once he signs it, I'm getting right out of there.” I watched h
AbelFulfilling my promise to Lana had got to be the most liberating thing I'd ever done.It took away the guilt I'd felt on that day I saw her for the first time; star-strucked by those bright-eyes that dimmed when her father announced the purpose of our visit with tears in his eyes. It took away the feeling of possessiveness — the need to control her. It took away a lot of things I wasn't proud about, and left me with a warm glow in my chest. What it didn't take away, however, was my ever-increasing love for her.Andre came over to the house the following morning, and handed me the initial contract she and I had signed. I couldn't look at it — I set it aside, and had him draw up a new one. This one wrote off any debt the Williams family owed any Stravkos, real or perceived, and the two families were no longer bound in any way. In any form. I also directed him, to make that part possible to be overturned in the future at any time.I signed it immediately and had a copy sent to Helen
SolanaAbel moved into the guest room downstairs while he recovered. The doctor was against him stressing himself, and climbing stairs would be fatal to his health since he was still very much fragile. I moved into the room with him and slept beside him, taking extreme care not to touch the still tender spot the bullet had ripped into. I knew he still felt pain, but insisted on less and less medication, saying he could wing it. After a day of being home, he could walk to the bathroom and house entrance on his own, although it wore him out.“This is sickening,” he complained a week later after one of his visits to the bathroom. I looked up at him from where I was sitting on the bed. “I hate being weak. That's not the Stravkos way.”He lay back down and I helped him tuck the blanket up to his waist. “Stop whining. You're getting stronger everyday. I can feel it.”“Well I can't feel anything but my weak bones and side. I'm not healing fast enough.”“You are, but you won't notice because
AbelLana walked them out then returned to me shortly. “Frank is mischievous.”“Yes, he is. He's Andrew's son through and through. Which is why I'm staying away from that pea soup. I don't trust that kid.”The room returned to it's revered solitude as our smiles faded. Her eyes glazed over, and I could have felt like I imagined the tears if she hadn't subtly raised a finger to dab them off.“I thought I had lost you too. I couldn't feel your pulse. I couldn't feel you breathe, and you were so still. So calm. The blood was all over...oh God...” she trailed off, her voice breaking, eyes filled with tears.I was so close to crying too. Reaching up to touch her face, although my arm felt sore even with that small, gentle movement, I whispered with a nervous chuckle. “Takes more than one gunshot to kill me off. A Stravkos never dies that easily.”She sniffled, a hint of a smile on her lips. “You have no idea how grateful I am to death for not taking you. You've become my whole world, Abel.
AbelI was dreaming.It was one of those dreams where nothing basically happens. One of those dreams you feel your legs can't touch the ground. You feel as though you're drifting in space, not recalling anything. Not seeing, nor feeling anything but fire in your side.And then you hear voices. They sound so far away, bold, spoken words that sound like the faintest whispers. And then you're falling from space. And then you catch glimpses of the incidents that led to you having that terrible burn in your side.And then you make out one of the voices talking to belong to the only woman you had ever loved.The monitors bleeped like an endless, buzzing swarm of bees. I heard the doctor asking Lana to go home and get some rest, but she was adamant. I heard her refer to me as stubborn, and it made me smile all the time. Whenever I managed to drift back to consciousness, she was there, sitting by my side and holding my hand. Sometimes she cried, and I knew it wasn't tears of sadness. At first
SolanaWhen we arrived at the hospital, he was taken straight to the emergency unit. Andre screamed orders that they should commence surgery immediately. It was the same ward Wyatt had been into.Life truly does come full circle, doesn't it?Only this time, the doctors wouldn't even look at us. Hospital policy instructed that they only provided information about a patient to his immediate family. Helen and I weren't.“Fucking distasteful! I just want to know if he's going to live! Don't you understand?”“Ma'am,” the doctor said, exhaling calmly. “Please calm down. This is not my doing. It's just how things work over here.”“Lana,” a deep voice called behind us. I turned to see Andre striding into the waiting room, his face cleaned of blood, although his shirt was still coated in deep crimson. He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently. I relaxed.“They've begun operating. There's no news if he'll make it or not for the moment.” He turned to the doctor. “Please add Lana Willia
Solana“Abel, no!”I surged forward, almost knocking Helen to the floor and sank down on my knees beside his limp body. Tears welled up as I held his face with one hand and pressed my other hand to his side that was gushing out so much blood, I felt it'd never stop. Without thinking, I slammed my lips against him. I kissed him madly. Uncontrollably, again and again. When I tried to push his hair back from his forehead, I left blood in it's place. His blood. There was so much of it, more than I'd ever seen in my entire life. Too much.“Please don't die. Stay with me, please. Please, Abel.”It was then I realized I didn't make him promise to live. I thought he was invincible. That he could never die. That he'd always be alive, and would always be by my side. He'd made me three promises — selfish promises — and he'd never promised me that he wouldn't die.I'd never asked him to promise that. God, all these while... I didn't think he could ever be defeated. I thought Death held no candle
Abel“Andrew, give me the gun,” I said, shadowing him as he moved around the table, advancing to where Father stood, but it was like I was talking to a rock. He couldn't hear or see me. Couldn't hear or see anything but Father.“You're such a tyrant. Everything always has to go your way, and now that I'm older, I realize how stupid I've been, letting you dictate my life. I was too much of a wimp to let you know that we loved each other and she was carrying my baby. Mine, you dirty old man.”“Andrew,” I said, more firmly this time. “Hand me the damn gun. Now. Don't do something you'll regret later.”Father was unperturbed by the pistol, dragging his eyes from him to Helen for a few minutes. I couldn't practically imagine the wheels in his mind turning into place as he finally understood. But Andrew wasn't through with his ranting.“You've never loved me. Never cared. It's always about Abel. Always about Andre!”“That's not true, and you know it,” Father exhaled, too calm for a man who
Abel“Last chance to tell me everything, little bro. It's for your own good.”“It's going to be a peaceful meeting, right? You have nothing to worry about. Go get everyone under control, now. I'll see you when it's time for the meeting.”“Suit yourself.”I strode out of the room, taking no detours to see how my Father and Andre were doing, and heading straight for Lana's room.She and Helen sat side by side on the bed conversing in low tones when I walked in. Feeling guilty, Lana shot me a nervous smile, getting up at once.I looked past her at Helen. “The meeting is downstairs, not here,” I said, then turned to Lana. “You disobeyed me.”“I had to talk to her first, Abel. She's my sister.”“Why do you always miss the point every fucking time? It's driving me to my limits,” I said.“I know this might come as a shock to you, sis, but for once I'd say listen to him. He's right. This whole thing concerns me and me alone. We've already lost so much people. I don't want you getting involved