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This chapter is short as I've divided it into two parts.
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Song of the Chapter: Rihanna-Russian Roulette
My mind is racing, imaging the worst possible case scenario. If it's about Rykovs, has Cynthia already testified against Gabriel. But the thought is lost in the sea of faces and flashing lights as we walk into the throng of media. The camera flashes explode, people talk over each other and the place has become more of a zoo. There are at least thirty people, some with microphones, others wielding cameras on shoulders. It is enough to make me sick, which is all I need now. To throw up on what is live television. So I steel myself for the gauntlet.
I keep my mouth shut, eyes down casted as Gabriel and I are lead though the surge of journalists.
I'm nervous.
He's pissed off.
I'm silent.
He's breathing erratically.
A microphone is shoved in my face: "Do you knew that Mr. Blackburn is married man? Have you persuaded him to divorce his wife Cynthia Blackburn?"
With one hand I push the microphone aside and my other grips around Gabriel's as tight as possible. I search the road for the hired Lamborghini and keep walking. I try to stop worrying, but all of those unwanted sensations returning, makes me walk faster, automatically.
"Was Mrs Blackburn aware of your affair until she caught with you with Jordan?"
"Jordan is it true that your parents have disowned you for being gay?"
"You parents are against your sexuality what do you want to say about it?"
"Do you think you are responsible for breakup Gabriel and Cynthia Blackburn? "
The barrage of questions medal together in my mind until a perfectly made-up brunette steps in our path. There is a gleam in her eyes, sharpness in her smile shoot warning bells in my eyes just a moment too late. "Mr. Blackburn this is Lynne Simpson with ABC7 News. Is it true that at the night of your wedding you left your wife and spent the whole weekend in the Skyline, the swinger club that you own."
I go still, my heart catapults up to my head and explodes, scattering into millions of pieces, creating a haze that floats before me. Shocks of gasp ripples though the crowd, followed by murmur of disbelief. I stare down on the road trying to process this new blast of enlightenment while desperately trying to cling on to the strength I need to walk through. And, it is only Gabriel's hand that propels me forward as my body seems to be frozen where I stood. Recovering, I school my expression into an impassive mask, but I fear I've shown my own shock long enough to whet Lynne's appetite for salacious gossip.
"I've no comments at this time." Gabriel answers tightly dragging me after him. My hand is almost become numb from blood loss at how hard his fingers are clenching around it.
Lynne follows us with a strained smile. "After all this year why do you want to give divorce to your wife?"
"No comments." Gabriel glares at the reports as he opens the car door. "Get in Tony."
Lynne blocks my path welding the microphone up. "Jordan, have you ever thought the implication of your affair with Mr. Blackburn. Are you with Mr. Blackburn for his money or is it because he seems to have no obligation while choosing sexual partners even if he is married to a woman."
