Free Avenging Us (Rocker Series Book 3) by Gina Whitney Page B

elbow to his stomach.
    Woody, made his way over to our group, and I noticed his fly was opened. Good god, he was a mess and it was still early. Talk about walking contradictions. He wore plaid shorts and a shirt that read multiple orgasm donor . But hey, they were rock and roll. They weren’t judged by their style or trends. They were judged by their level of hotness, tattoos, wicked skill, and sculpted bodies. I’m sure his T-shirt would end up being sold on some online groupie site. Their fans followed blindly.
    “Fecking brilliant…there’s my molly.” Woody slurred, hugging Giselle roughly. She giggled and returned his embrace with gusto.
    “Love the do you’re rocking, Wood,” she replied, running her fingers through his colored Mohawk.
    “Aye, all the betties love it,” he answered and polished off the rest of his beer.
    Cindy and Chance now skirted near our group, but didn’t come any closer. I handed my plate to the waiter, figuring now would be a good time to freshen up and fill in my crew. Abel helped me up and I excused myself. However, I could feel Giselle’s gaze turn as I walked by.
    After freshening up, I filled Cindy in on Giselle. Chance hadn’t uttered a word and chose to talk about the fireworks that were coming up. I needed information, but I didn’t know what. Cindy put on a good act that Woody’s presence didn’t bother her, but I knew her better than that. Unfortunately, she wasn’t budging on the topic, though. Even after mentioning Giselle, knowing that would at least evoke something from her, yet she remained stoned and straight-faced. I wanted Chance to elaborate on Jake and Ender, and what he knew about the Jessie girl…or any girl for that matter, but even he seemed preoccupied by everything going on around us. No—preoccupied wasn’t the right word. Neither he nor Cindy gave a shit about the festivities…they were keeping their lips sealed for a reason. And no matter how much poking or prodding, or asking any question I could come up with, they both remained silent and evasive.
    Whatever. Fuck them then.
    A few minutes before ten, Abel made an announcement to move to the edge of the property for an unobstructed view of the firework show. Some guests moved their chair to watch comfortably while others chose to stand, and some didn’t give a fuck at all, continuing their conversations where they were.
    With excitement, we all watched the numerous sets of fireworks as they whizzed, sputtered, and burst into cascades of light and lit up the skyline of Los Angeles. I sat on Abel’s lap with Cindy and Chance to my left. On my right was Ender, Jake, and Jessie. The staff handed out flutes of champagne, and I took in the gorgeous view before me. With every burst, the fireworks exploded into arrays of colorful streams. The stars sparkled against an almost dark sky, and I thought about where I was this time last year. That thought brought me to thinking about where we would be in another year…the baby would be almost a year old, and I pictured Abel holding his child tightly in his arms. It’s funny what a year could bring. How many changes could happen—some anticipated while others weren’t. I chewed on my thoughts for a bit.
    The booms and explosions continued through the night while some of the guys spoke about the different kinds of fireworks they shot off as kids. I didn’t have any brothers, and didn’t realize what pyromaniacs boys could be until Mr. Gunner started telling childhood stories of Abel. He had an unhealthy obsession with fireworks and school bathrooms. People laughed and added their own stories. However, to my surprise, I experienced an explosion of emotion, like water bursting free from a dam. It was overwhelming, sweeping over me with its intensity. I had no idea why my brain chose that moment to consume itself with my mother, but it did. Maybe, it was the fact I was going to be a mother? Fuck, you’re an emotional wreck.
    I shifted against Abel’s