Chapter 10 Gina
“Wh-what did you justsay?”
Diablo turned, the faraway look in his eyes receding. He blinked. Twice. “Sorry, darlin’. I don’t remember.”
“You said Jack is in a motorcycle club, but you couldn’t see which one.”
What did he mean?
He scrubbed a hand down his face, over the light scruff on his jaw, and then approached, sitting on his stool next to me.
“I can see things,” he began.
“Like what?” I asked, not understanding.
“The past. Things that have happened.” He shrugged. “I don’t control it.”
Staring at him, I suddenly realized that I always knew something about Diablo was different. “Have you seen mine?”
His tongue darted out, playing with the small silver hoop in his lip. “Yeah, Gina. I have.”
I didn’t want to believe him. “Tell me.”
Diablo’s brown eyes slowly changed color. A hazel mix drowned out the brown, followed by a flash of silver.
“I saw Jack.”
Swallowing hard, I still didn’t believe this was possible. “And?”
“Other memories. The day Rev was born in your arms. So happy.”
A smile teased the corners of my lips.
“And then later.” He paused, blowing out a breath. “You had a black eye and busted lip,” he whispered, clenching his fists. “You were crawling on the floor, cradling your stomach.”
All the blood in my head rushed south, and I felt dizzy, flopping back against the chair. How could he know about that day? That awful, heartbreaking moment when I lost my baby?
“I’m sorry, Gina.” His eyes held sorrow I didn’t expect. How did he see that?
Tears filled my eyes, and I blinked a few times, trying not to let them fall. “It was a long time ago.” I sat up, rising to my feet as I refused to indulge in the horrible things Jack did to me.
“What was the name of his club?”
“Hell, something.” Tigers? No. Something that began with a T. “I can’t remember the second part.”
Diablo sighed. “If you remember, I need to know. Okay?”
“Sure.” Skittish, I slowly began to move to the exit.