Solana“Jesus Christ. What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, standing feebly and leaning my weight on my crutches. My knees felt like jelly, and I didn't feel half as confident as I somehow managed to sound. “H-How did you...how did you get in?”He stood in the light just on the other side of the coffee table, looking incredibly different; disheveled, his shirt untucked, his hair tousled, his face bruised and red. The corners of his lips rode up into a sly smile, and I had no choice but to look at him, really, for the first time, the dimples on both cheeks disarming me momentarily. His eyes were a smoky, seductive gray, the lashes a fine coal-black, thick, and shiny just like his dark hair. He was tall, well over six feet, but he had a slightly bigger build than Abel. Muscular, with well-defined features. Powerful.I returned my gaze to his face, the smile on his face broadening. The atmosphere was charged with a strange kind of tension, one I couldn't escape from. The mischief i
Solana“I couldn't believe... I thought...oh my God, Lana, what if they didn't take him to the hospital on time? What if they couldn't save him?” She sucked in a large breath and wiped her eyes, and the snot on her nose, leaning back. “I was so scared that I prayed, Lana. I haven't prayed that hard for anything, not even when Frank was severely sick.” She shook her head, sniffling. “I love him so much. I love him, I love him and all we do is fight. I just want... I just want to hold him right now and tell him how much I'm sorry for hurting him.”I blinked, confused. “Is this still about Wyatt?”“M-mh,” she nodded, leading us over to the sofa where we sat side by side.“Wyatt doesn't share the Williams blood. He was adopted,” she explained, convinced that was what I was concerned about. “Papa always strived to hide that fact, so we wouldn't see him any differently from being our beloved cousin.”“I know we're not related to him, Helly. God, I know. I have no problem with it. I don't car
Solana“Did you order the fucking hit-and-run? Did you order them to kill Wyatt?”Andrew rolled his eyes, exhaling. “You're starting to be a pain in the arse. What happened to my Hell baby? My vengeful, little spitfire? Now you're this goody-two-shoes bitch, and it's grating on my nerves.”“Shut up, Andrew.”“No, you shut up.” He took her glass and finished it before slamming it down on the coffee table. “You may be over everything, and forgiven everyone, but I'm not. There's absolutely no way in hell that I'm going to let my father hand everything to my dumb excuse of a brother. No. Fucking. Way. And you two ladies better stay out of my way.”The door flew open then, and Abel came charging in like a storm, his face a mask of fury as he grabbed Andrew and slammed him against the closest wall, his forearm crushing his neck. “You piece of shit,” he spat. “How the hell did you get in here?”“Well it's simple, dumbass,” Andrew retorted shoving him back with a sly smirk on his face. “Next
AbelAs we pulled up to the tall gates of the house, I dug out my phone and dialled Andre's line. I didn't want to waste any more time. “What are you doing?” Lana asked. I glanced at her, thankful when Andre answered just then.“Hello? Abel?”“Where are you right now?” I asked.“Um, I'm still at Father's. The meeting's over and everyone's left. What's the matter?”“Did Erin later agree to come with Damien?”“Yeah. She just got here in fact, and doesn't seem to be in a good mood, bro. Do you want to speak with her?”“No. Tell her not to unpack her stuff yet.”“I don't understand. Why?”“I'm calling for a family meeting. It's urgent. I want you to drive Erin and Damien over here. Father and Andrew should come down as well. Treat as important, please.”“A meeting?” Solana asked, her eyes bulging. “What fucking meeting, Abel? What's going on?”I ignored her. “Tomorrow morning, I want a second meeting with you, Father, Andrew, both heads of the Hiroshima and Sturm clans as well as their s
Abel“You have to be patient, dear.” I smiled, loving her a little greedy, a little filthy. I had succeeded in corrupting her, and I wanted to make sure she enjoyed every second of it. “Turn around and put your knee on either side of my face.”She hesitated only for a moment before turning, and presenting me with her beautiful arse, then her lovely, gorgeous, dripping cunt just over my face. She lowered herself to her elbows, and I pulled her to me, pausing to bite my lip in ecstasy when she flickered her little wet tongue over the tip of my cock before encasing it with her lips.“Fuck, baby, that's so divine,” I gritted out, bringing her to my face and tickling her with the little stubble I kept forgetting to shave off. I dipped a thumb into her wet cunt before sliding it up to her asshole and pressing there, not penetrating, not in a hurry, only holding it there as I tickled her clit with my tongue while she went to work on my cock.I'd only been with experienced women. Experts, who
Abel“Where the hell is Andrew?” I barked, running a hand rapidly through my hair. “He should be here. Fuck, he has to be here. This meeting can't take place without him.”“No idea where he is,” Father shrugged, yawning. “Man, I'm so exhausted. It's well past three in the morning and we all haven't had a wink of sleep all night. Make this snappy.”“I thought Andrew had come home. I didn't realize — ”Father cut me off, raising his brow in question. “Why would you think that? You of all people should know that Andrew is the last person that'll be welcomed under my roof. Not with all what he's been doing lately.”I sighed. “Well, I spoke with him last night. He was at the Williams' family house to see Helen Williams.”Father bunched up his fists, his lips tightening. “Why the hell would he want to see that woman? He loathes her.”I wanted to tell him about Frank, and Andrew's tight relationship with Helen, but stopped myself right on time. It wasn't in my place to tell. Andrew had to do
Abel“There's no need for panic. I will talk to him,” I said at last, my voice resolute. There had to be some way to get him to agree. Besides, I'd like to give him one last chance, talk to him like maybe the way I should've been talking to him all along. I was so ashamed of myself. I didn't realize how much we'd drifted apart. Maybe he'd have come to me for help seven years ago if I had been a better, more understanding brother to him.By the time Andrew arrived my place, it was eight o'clock in the morning. We'd all just finished having our breakfast, and Lana had gone up to her room, and Erin to hers with Damien when he stumbled in, reeking of liquor and causing a scene. He was propped by two men who worked for Andrew.“What's all the fuss about, brother?”His eyelids were drooping, and the bruises from the beating I'd given him earlier had coloured a dark purple. A wave of guilt coursed through me.“Summoning me to your grand estate like I have nothing better to do. Well, here's s
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