Hello guys and welcome to another heart rocking chapter of "Iron Rose." I really hope you guys are gonna love it like this the previous one because this one is the bomb I promise you. Don't forget to comment and rate this chapter.
Now get ready and relax as you continue the tale of a legend, Miguel, a really beautiful young man who's on a fight for love and justice. Will his justice prevail and can Christian's love save him from his disastrous revenge or has his heart frozen with him?
Iron rose, feel the passion...
Ps: I didn't thoroughly edit this chapter. I just did a quick read through as I was busy with something. But I promise the chapter is great.
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Miguel entered the big mansion and he couldn't understand what he was feeling. Now that he had the stupid man in his possession, he felt really mad. He had even more hunger for revenge. He just wanted to kill the rest by the snap of his finger but it wasn't gonna be as easy as that. He needed to take things slowly.
He was deep in thought when suddenly, he felt himself bump into something. He quickly moved his eyes and just met with Gabriel's piercing eyes. Looking into those eyes again, Miguel felt really weak. His past hit him so hard that he suddenly started breathing harshly, clenching his fists.
"Are you okay?" Gabriel asked, getting close to him. He had no idea why Miguel acted the way he did when he got close to him. "Is there anything wrong?"
Miguel chuckled but with a stern look. "It's funny, you know." He said with the most serious voice Gabriel had ever heard from him. "You love someone, give them everything and they just betray you without thinking about it. How can someone be so heartless and ungrateful?"
With those words, he moved to the other side and rushed to the elevator. He was filled with so much emotion that he felt like he might make a mistake if he decided to be there.
Meanwhile, Gabriel remained standing there as Miguel's words haunted his very soul. His entire world came crushing to the ground as his eyes watered. His heart sounded like a washing machine, pounding in his chest like it wanted to be free. He slowly moved his hand to his chest, feeling like he was being constricted.
"How can someone be so heartless and ungrateful?"
"God!" He breathed in deeply, feeling really scared. "Why does every day of my life feel like I am getting closer to paying for what I did to you? If I could turn back time, I'd definitely change some decisions that I made in my life."
He shook his head and went straight to the small bar at the far end, feeling like he wanted to drink something, something that would knock him out. He was having so many headaches and he just wanted them to go away.
Reaching the bar, he took a bottle of his favorite whisky and poured a whole glassful of it and without even thinking about it, he took it all in one swing. Then he started pouring another before a hand quickly grabbed the glass.
He slowly moved his eyes to the person and sighed...
"May I have my glass, please?" He said in a rude tone.
"Really?" Jack barked, staring at his husband like he was doing something abominable. "This is what you're resorting to now? Wow!" He laughed.
Gabriel wasn't in any mood for arguments. "Jack, please, I am not in any mood for arguments. Can I have my glass, please?"
"No!" Jack shook his head. "You are not getting this glass. In fact, you're going to talk to me right now because I have no idea what's going on with you. You have totally changed. You don't listen to me. You don't speak to me like you should and for the last two days, you haven't slept in our room. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Gabriel sighed, hitting the bottle so hard on the counter that it broke. Then he furiously started going away towards the staircase. If Jack wasn't gonna give him any chance or rather peace to drink then he was gonna make use of the wine dispenser in his room.
"I am talking to you." Jack glowered, furiously throwing the glass on the floor. It broke to pieces. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Gabriel!"
But Gabriel wasn't even talking to him. He just kept on going till he reached the stairs and started rushing up. He was starting to feel the effects of the glass he had taken because it had been long he had drank like that.
"Gabriel, for fuck's sake..."
Jack followed upstairs because he wasn't done with his husband. He just couldn't understand why everything was falling apart and he wasn't gonna let that happen.
"What's going on?" One of the maids that had been watching the entire drama asked, her eyes gaping.
"I have no idea." Another one answered. "But this has been going on since that day at the party. I think Sir Gabriel has just had it with Sir Jack."
"Who wouldn't?" She laughed mockingly. "That man is a demon and I wonder how Sir Gabriel has been keeping up with him. I am enjoying the drama if you ask me."
"It's called karma." Alicia answered, staring at the stairs that the couple had been rushing a few seconds back. "When you steal something that doesn't belong to you, it will fall apart. I know that Jack is paying for his sins, for betraying Angelo."
She was happy because Gabriel had finally grown some balls to tell Jack what he felt. He deserved everything that he got.
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Miguel was walking slowly towards the garden, feeling his heart racing. He was staring at Gabriel who seemed lost, staring at the statue and the fountain. He had a small glass of what looked to be whisky but he seemed really bothered. Of course, he had to be bothered because his house was now on fire and he deserved it. His relationship was crushing and he was gonna see it burn to the ground.
Taking a deep breath, he rushed to him.
"I am sorry." He apologized.
Hearing Miguel's voice, Gabriel quickly moved his eyes up and almost lost his breath.
Miguel was standing there looking really lovely. He was wearing a really tight designer's skin jean which showed off his wonderful feminine shape just like... Angelo, the name that gave Gabriel nightmares during daytime.
He was just putting on a vest and black sandals but he looked like an angel, especially with his striking red hair. His eyes, oh those eyes, Gabriel felt tears building in eyes when he looked at them. They seemed to be telling him something, they were crying to him. And his pink lips, his gorgeous lips, Gabriel licked his lips because he wanted to kiss them, to feel them.
Shit! Was he actually thinking that or was it the whisky talking, he thought as he sighed.
"For what, Miguel?"
"The way I spoke to you." He sighed. He didn't want Gabriel to suspect anything. "I was just really angry and I shouldn't have vented out my anger on you. I am sorry."
He quickly turned to leave but got the surprise of his life when he felt Gabriel quickly grip his arm and pulling him back with such force. The next thing he felt was Gabriel's body closer to him and his whisky breath on his face.
Miguel felt like something had just crawled up his skin. All the memories, everything that had happened between him and Gabriel in the past hit him like a tornado at the same time. He got really weak but to his surprise, he was just standing there like a statue without even moving an inch. He couldn't even blink.
"Gab..."
"Why Miguel?" Gabriel was feeling really weak and helpless. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"What are you talking about?" He slightly closed his eyes as he felt Gabriel's hand moving to his waist, giving him powerful vibrations. "Please, I have something I was doing before I came here."
"Why Miguel?" He was slowly moving to Miguel's neck, dying to kiss there. He was just so damn crazy at that time. His hormones were preying on him and he felt his cock responding. He wanted Miguel. "Why do you look so much like him?"
Miguel wanted to open his mouth but when he felt Gabriel kiss his neck, he got shocked. He felt like needles were piercing him all over his body.
"I can't sleep..." He kissed him on the cheek closer to the lips. "...I can't eat. I can't even fucking think about anything because you always pop up in my mind."
Miguel was starting to feel sick because of Gabriel's closeness. He angrily released himself, standing at a distance and breathing like a predator was chasing him.
"I can see that liquor is starting to get to you."
"No! You're starting to get to me." Gabriel literally yelled. "I think I am starting to fall in love with you, Miguel."
"Can you hear yourself?" Miguel laughed, starting to fight off his tears. "You are falling in love with me? You're a married man and you barely know me."
"I don't fucking care." Gabriel angrily gripped his hair. "I don't give a fuck about my marriage or how long I have known you. It doesn't matter."
"Well, it matters to me." A war was going on in his heart. "I don't care what you feel for me because I don't feel it. It's better if you concentrate on your marriage."
With those words, he furiously turned and started walking away with a stern look on his face. Gabriel's confession had taken him back to the first time the guy had proposed to him. He had been using the same words on him.
"You're really making things easier for me, Gabriel." He thought, an evil grin appearing on his face. "You're gonna regret your decision. And Jack..." He chirped, shaking his head. "...get ready for the storm because you haven't seen anything yet."
