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God, I want to hug her and make everything better for her. It’s an instinct. But then I remember it’s hate I feel for her. Is it always going to be like this for us? Bouncing between soaring happiness and complete desolation?
“You have no right to be here,” I snarl.
The sob that originates somewhere deep inside her shocks me. It’s savage, desperate, full of something I don’t recognize. But it doesn’t stop me.
“If you fucking came to apologize, you can just go. I trusted you! I trusted you and again you marched into my life and screwed me over. Get the hell out of here, Gina. And leave me alone. Alone! This time forever.”
“Sebastien.” Her shoulders and voice shake. “He-he-he ran away.”
I frown, thrown by her words, not really understanding who or what she is talking about, but it hits me quickly. Her son?
I shrug, shaking my head.
“He’s coming to look for you.” Her face scrunches with new tears and remorse.
“Why?” I start toward the door, but her words stop me dead.
“Because you’re his father.”
ChapterTwenty-Three
Massi
Traffic is so thick, the car barely moves. The past half hour in the closed space with Blue has been an ordeal of epic proportions.
“How did he find out?” I asked before my car arrived.
“Frederick told him,” she whispered, staring at the ground.
“So everyone knew,” I said flatly, and that was the last time I looked at her.
We are driving to JFK because Gina’s credit card statement gave us the information about his flight.
I have a son.
I have a son.
I gave up on having children a long time ago, after I tried and failed finding a woman who would measure up to my expectations. I was looking for Blue’s clone. What a waste of time that was.
Perhaps I sabotaged my dating endeavors because I was too afraid that living with someone would be a catastrophe like the one that scarred me for life.
And now I’m a father.
Sixteen years too late.
A teenager.
Poor kid.
How is he coping with all of this? I don’t even know the boy and I feel strangely protective of him. Mad as a bull at the world that put him in this situation. At the people who put him in this situation.
I look at Gina.
Tears roll down her cheeks as she watches the flow of vehicles outside. Her leg bounces, but otherwise she is completely still. Her hands are folded in her lap, and she is… she is… Fuck, how can I love this woman? She doesn’t deserve all these feelings I harbor and can’t ever unload.
“Why did he tell him? Why now?” I bark and she flinches.
“The media coverage.” She swallows. “He threatened that if I exposed him, he’d hurt me back.”
