Avenging Us - Gina Whitney Page 0,76

me a beautiful gift

from the two of us

that was sent from heaven.

The gruff in his voice, the emotion it held, brought tears to my eyes.

Now I’ll be your forever and a day

Come what may

I’ll be there to hold you tight

Take away the tears and hold you through the night.

A mass of tingles sparked across my body…leaving a trail of passion and a full heart.

With my eyes blurry from unshed tears, I didn’t even see Chance walk into the studio. His face torn between relief and sympathy. Abel gave him a menacing glare before pulling the cord from his amp.

“What the fuck? I said no interruptions.” He growled, nearly taking Chance’s head off.

“I had no choice. Why haven’t you answered your phone?” He paused. “It’s pretty bad.”

Abel filtered through the papers on the chair, finding his phone. His face blanched. “She can’t know.” His fingers ran through his hair and he screamed. “Why now? Why…” Then he squared off with Chance. “Dead-fucking-ass, you open your mouth…” They shot glances at each other, battling an internal war, and I wondered what the fuck it was about. It had to be about me. “I have to be the one to tell her. She can’t hear this from anyone else but me. Are we clear?”

He held his hands up. “I’m just the messenger. Remember, I’m on your side.”

Abel pushed his fingers into Chance’s chest. “Let’s not go there, but I’m telling you, as sure as I’m standing here, if she finds out from anyone but me, I will kill you with my bare hands. Legit. Count on that, motherfucker.”

Chance nodded and left as quickly as his legs carried him. I slumped to the floor and prayed that whatever it was, it wouldn’t be the end of Abel and me. Whatever it was, it was bad enough to cause Abel to react the way he did. The sound of something slamming against the wall brought me back to the present. When I peeked out from my hiding place, the wooden stool lay in pieces on the far side of the studio. I needed to get my ass back upstairs before he had any clue.

An hour later, he stood in the doorway of our bedroom with a pre-made bottle in his hand. His face held so much emotion, and dread spread throughout my body as I fed our daughter. “Let me feed her. I feel guilty I didn’t spend enough time with her today.”

I wanted to smile, because normally the awe factor would squeeze my heart. However, my fear rode me hard and the need to know what he was hiding held priority over anything else. I nodded, at a loss for words. He read me as easily as I read him, and my fear was that he harbored something of great significance. His body was a host of trepidation as he stood motionless, awaiting my answer. “Sure, that would be great. I could use a minute to myself.”

His face shifted. Scrutinizing. His eyes trying to un-puzzle my own body language. I wasn’t as good as I thought at hiding my feelings. He ate up the room in two strides and leaned in, kissing the Bella’s forehead and then my own. “Hello, my beauty.”

The warmth of his breath tickled my neck, and I closed my eyes to breathe him in. His lips met the nape of my neck before grabbing Bella and taking her. His arms a blatant contrast to her downy skin as he drew her into his chest. He held her in one arm like a football, and in the other hand, he carried her bottle. She fed while he watched me; his eyes held much of the same intensity as before. Possessive, yet tender. I looked on, adoring the silent moments he spent with her. I was in love with the bad-ass rocker turned daddy. He placed her empty bottle on the nightstand and walked onto the balcony.

“I wrote something for you, Bella,” he whispered to her as she slept. “I hope to put it to music someday, but I wanted you to hear it first.” He kissed her tiny cheek.

~Mi Cucciolo~

Luce Dei Miei Occhi

Tesoro Di Cuore Mio

Stella Di Vita Mia

Mi Cucciolo Libellula

(Translation)

Light of my eyes

Treasure of my heart

Star of my life

My baby dragonfly

“I look down and feel the wave of tears rise up in my chest; never have I seen something so beautiful and pure. The innocence of angels. A smile to melt Daddy’s heart. Your eyes hold me fast; I would