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“Of course,” Mom told him.
“Someone was ready to kick some ass to get to you,” he said, giving me a smile and coming farther into the room.
Creena pushed Vince into the room in a wheelchair.
Before I could say anything, he was up and out of the chair and in my arms like I needed. He sat beside me, pushing his face into the crook of my neck. “You good?” he asked, cupping my stomach.
“Yes,” I whispered. “We’re good. Are you?”
His dark eyes met mine. “The doctor said that I’m good to go. My lungs will be tender for a few days though.”
“But are yougood?” I asked, turning toward him.
“She knows him well,” Creena pointed out.
“Vince.” I grabbed his hand. “Answer me.”
He leaned toward me, his mouth brushing over the shell of my ear. “I want to skin the person alive who set your house on fire and risked your life and our baby’s life. Does that answer your question, Queenie?”
I shivered at the image he put in my head. “You don’t think it was an accident?”
“Nope.” He kissed my cheek. “Not at all, babe.”
“But they would have seen our cars. Do you think they wanted us to be home?” I swallowed hard at the thought that someone would deliberately set my house on fire, hoping we would be home at the same time.
“I…” Vince hesitated. “I don’t think it was an accident,” he said again.
While our parents talked, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Vince was right and that someonedidset the house on fire. But I wasn’t sure why they would do that. What could they possibly get out of burning my house down? Was it a random person or someone we actually knew? Either way, it didn’t make sense but if I knew our dads, they were already trying to figure out a way to get the answers I was looking for without me even having to ask them.
I looked at my dad.
His gaze locked with mine.
He nodded once.
I swallowed hard.
I almost felt sorry for the person who tried to hurt Vince and I but then again, maybe they deserved whatever was coming to them.
Vince
After leaving the hospital,we headed back to Gigi’s parents’ place. My mom and dad offered to take me back to theirs and as much as I appreciated that, I wasn’t leaving Gigi. Ever. Luckily, I had to just say no once, and they understood. Dad shot me a look that meant he knew exactly how I felt. I didn’t want to know how he understood, knowing him and my mom had it hard in the beginning.
When I made sure that Gigi was safely tucked away in her bed, I left her childhood bedroom and stepped out into the hall. Once I shut the door behind me, it was like the weight of the night had come crashing down onto my shoulders. I rubbed my chest, my lungs still aching from the smoke damage. The doctor said it would be a few days before they were back to normal. No marathons for me anytime soon.
I took one step before I fell to my knees.
My heart started racing, my breathing becoming uneven. Spots danced in my vision.
I could have lost Gigi. I could have lost our unborn baby. I could have lost them both. If that had happened, I wouldn’t know how to live without them. They were fine. They were okay. But it didn’t make it any easier. The fact that they were almost taken from me, forced this newfound rage from the very depth of my soul. It was an anger I had never felt before. It scared me because I knew that I would go to the ends of the earth to get the person who did this and make sure they never hurt us, or anyone, ever again.
“Breathe it out, son.” A heavy hand landed on my shoulder. “You got this.”
I took a deep breath and then another. I didn’t know what happened or who had set Gigi’s house on fire, but I had a feeling. And it was a feeling that I didn’t like. I wanted to be wrong and I prayed that I was.
When my heart calmed down, I sat back on my ass and leaned against the wall.
Angel sat beside me, stretching out his long legs in front of him. “You good?”
