Forgiving Gia (Rocker Series Book 2) (31 page)

Before I got out the words, she did. “My baby…is my baby okay? That’s all I care about,” she said with as much conviction she could muster.

“Your pregnancy is in a fragile state right now. Your body has suffered severe trauma and blood loss. We can never tell how your body is going to react to that. We will do our best. I want you to know that. Remember, Ms. Mastro, positive thinking goes a long way. There’s no reason to think you won’t continue to carry the child. With bed-rest and care…I think you both will be fine.

Gia was in the hospital for ten days. To tell you the truth, I was scared as fuck for her to leave. I knew they both were in the best hands. Good news was that she and the baby were fine. I never used to pray—ever. I prayed that day to God, and every day and night after. It was a comfort I didn’t anticipate.

Ender, Woody, Jake, and Dave alternated during visiting hours. My parents were on the next flight and sat vigil with me. It felt great to have their support. There was some healing done in light of what happened. I allowed it instead of resisting.

Security was tight, given the attack on my life, as the press swarmed the hospital…vulture fucks. They wanted their story. We did make the headlines.

The fiancée of Abel Gunner, lead singer of Lethal Abel, was shot at their sold-out show at the Olympic Stadium in Turin, Italy. The victim, Gia Mastro, is in serious condition. She’s with friends and family who couldn’t be reached for comment. Police have the shooter in custody. The motive for the shooting remains unclear. A press conference has been scheduled by Italian police and the head of security for the band.

I wanted to take beauty somewhere special and decided to spend Christmas in Santorini, Greece. We stayed in a whitewashed villa with smooth, sandy beaches below and hot dessert climate. It was a fresh change from the European tour we left behind. It was as unspoiled as I could provide for her. We were perched high on the crest of the sheer Caldera cliffs, and just a stone’s throw away from the volcano view of Santorini. Our villa overlooked the clear blue Aegean Sea. I wanted to bring her there because it was considered the diamond of the Greek Islands. Domed churches were nestled atop the steep volcanic cliffs that fell sharply to azure waters. I was hoping she’d want to marry me there. The sooner the better. However, I was on bended knee, willing to do anything that would make her happy. That was the fucking truth. We shared our first Christmas in this ancient magical place. As the waves crashed against the rocks below, I whispered my love to Beauty and practiced the art of lovemaking. My focus was solely on her, our baby, and the wedding I planned to have to celebrate them both.

Her delicate fingers traced my tattoos. She was always fascinated with the colors and what they meant. “You know that these are like a kaleidoscope of lust, right?” She laughed.

“Is that so?” I asked, kissing the column of her neck. I was thrilled by the goose-bumps that prickled her skin.

“Gah! I can’t think when you’re doing that. Stop using your dom juju on me.” She giggled, pushing me away. Okay, she had something important she wanted to tell me, otherwise she’d never stop my assault. “Seriously. When I was in the hospital, you said something in your sleep. You said, ‘when was light going to enter and heal you?’” Her voice was thick with emotion.

“Okay.” I didn’t remember saying that in
her
room.

She turned to face me, wrapping her legs around my waist, her tiny baby bump between us. “Out of suffering came this.” She put my hand on her belly. “This is the light. Our scars are a sign that we survived it, and in doing so, we created a life. Our pain is our strength.” She placed the sweetest kiss on my lips. “Sometimes you have to go through the worst, to be at your best. This is our best.” She rubbed her belly with my hand.

My eyes filled. I had never felt this feeling before. That moment filled me with so much love I though my heart would burst. I grabbed her face with both hands, kissing her like I never had before. I wanted her to feel all the love I had for her. There simply weren’t any words that could be spoken to do so. Yeah, it was one of those moments you never forget. Sometimes, it’s not what the world takes from you that counts, it’s what you do with what’s left…

Stay tuned for the conclusion of Abel and Gia’s story…

Blood Ties

Beautiful Lies

Saving Abel

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