Diavolo Ch 08
Wet dreams with a rock star...
Gabriel banged on her door for about five minutes. She’d locked him out. “Abigail, god-damn-it,” he yelled at the door. “Give her time to cool down, man,” Rafe said behind him. “Shut-up. This is all your damn fault,” Gabriel snapped pounding the door three more times. If it weren’t for his three broken ribs, a busted leg, and a barely healed collarbone he’d have busted the door down by now. Michael leaned against said doo...