Avenging Us - Gina Whitney Page 0,61

against with the media. She’ll have a front seat to it in two minutes.

We went through the main lobby, and as usual, people’s interest in my colorful skin garnered the most attention. Their eyes volleyed between me, Gia, and Bella. That’s when the whispers started. That’s him…he’s with her…supposedly, it’s his baby, or so she says. My god, who would do that to themselves? He’s a walking billboard for immorality.

My hands fisted, opening and closing as we walked. The urge to lose it began to rise with every second that passed, and I felt ready to erupt. I couldn’t give a fuck, but my two girls were at my side being judged as well.

“Don’t even think about,” Gia murmured under her breath. She held a smile, despite the looks and stares. She was a proud woman—my woman. And she refused to let the ugliness taint this moment.

We approached the door and I decided to place the packages in the car before my love. “Give me a second.” I walked out the front door, happy to see hospital security around the limo.

I was surprised to see Dave with the driver. “Did you honestly think I would let you deal with this bullshit alone? It’s my job.” Dave had a relationship with the media, and they respected that relationship. He gave them special access to events. In turn, they’d pull back if he asked. I guess he asked. One gangly photog stood waiting with his camera. “Well, it’s either this”—he pointed to the photog—”or that.” He looked toward the sea of reporters beyond the gate. “We control it this way.”

I nodded, throwing the bags in the back of the limo and addressed the photog. “Stay the fuck where you are, nightcrawler, and ask no questions.” He didn’t say a word, but kept his eye on the hospital door. Slimy fuck.

I walked back, opening the hospital for Nurse Jill to wheel Gia out. She had a wide, happy smile with Bella secured against her chest, Gia shielding her eyes from the bright sun.

“I have to check the car-carrier,” Jill said, peeking into the limo. I had that secured for the last few days. “You guys ready?” she asked, helping Gia out of the chair.

“I’ve got it from here, and thank you for all your care. I appreciate you taking care of my girls,” I said, threading my arm around Gia’s waist.

“My pleasure. Good luck to you and your family,” she answered before leaving to go back to work. I made a mental note to send her a gift.

The rapid clicks of the camera’s shutter grabbed my attention. He moved. He was too close. I turned, looking for the slimy bastard and found him leaning across the car for a better angle. “Mother fucker, are you deaf?”

“Abel, please. Let him get the shot so we can leave. One picture.” Her back pressed against my chest as she cradled Bella and leaned in closer. The sway of fabric from her dress brushed across the front of my pants. I inhaled sharply, and she pushed her ass into my groin. She giggled sweetly, but she was a crafty bitch. She was using that sweet ass to distract my attention. And it worked.

“Do you know how lucky you are that we’re in public and our daughter’s in your arms?” I nipped her ear, letting my breath heat her up.

“It has nothing to do with being in public, caveman, and everything to do with your daughter. Please,” she said handing me the baby, “hold her while I get in.” I couldn’t help but smile, and grabbed my dragonfly. Once Gia was inside, I handed her Bella. Click click click. Nightcrawler shot the last of his load. I gave the fucker my finger and closed the door behind me.

“She’s so sweet and beautiful. God bless,” Dave said, leaning to look at Bella in her infant seat. Gia sat beside her, and I was on the other side, forming a human shield.

“Thank you.” Gia grinned, popping the pacifier into Bella’s waiting mouth. I was proud and protective over them. I pushed the thought of anything happening to ruin this out of my mind. Images of Bella’s birth were still ever present, despite my father’s words. However, I would take his sound advice and call my sponsor when I had a moment. Maybe it would be helpful and I’d try anything to get rid of those heart-wrenching images.

“You get my text about Giselle?” Dave asked. Always fucking business. Did he ever