Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(91)

“We are indeed one big family, blood related or not, we care about our members and their friends. I’m not sure you would fit in with the lifestyle of the club but if you want to hang around and just spend time here and make friends, you can. Not sure how it would work out for you, but if you feel at home and enjoy it, we can consider making you a prospect.” I’m pretty sure I look totally stupid right at this moment or maybe like a kid who’s been promised the best present ever if he behaves. I stare at him in disbelief and excitement at the promise of maybe getting something that would look like a family.

“I…yes?”

Cabe chuckles. “Yes, you want to hang out with us?”

“Yes. Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me.” I sigh feeling stupid at how I sound.

“Don’t worry son, you’re welcome here. Just a warning.” He pauses and I nod. “Betray us, you are dead and no one will ever find you.” The only thing I’m able to do is nod. “Good, let’s go drink now.” He gets up and walks out of the room, leaving me speechless at the table.

That day, I knew my life had just changed for the better, even if I wasn’t aware of it at the time.

I started to hang out at the compound more with Ant and Gabe. Not that I didn’t want to hang out with the other members, but they were the closest to me in age, so it made sense. It was always such an amazing feeling to be around those two when they were chilling, drinking, having parties at the compound or just talking to some of the older members, the stories these men share are bat shit crazy.

After a couple of months of hanging out at the club, all of the members agreed for me to become a prospect. Whilst daunting at first, some of those stories are f*cking haunting, I started to feel like one of the guys. Finally, I felt like I was home and a part of a happy, albeit dysfunctional family, I still felt empty and cold without Cas, but I was slowly getting better. I wasn’t on my own anymore. They helped me through some dark times, and I will forever be grateful for them. They’ve all saved my life and helped me in more ways than they can possibly imagine.

I, of course, had to prove myself and my loyalty to the club, but that never was a problem. Sure, the illegal shit wasn’t easy at first, but as time went by, it was a lot easier to just let myself follow them, and embrace this new lifestyle. I came close to be arrested a couple of times, but always managed to either get myself out of trouble or have one of my brothers help. Brothers, I still can’t believe I have a full family that supports me. It took almost thirty years to happen. It took me almost two years to be fully patched in, and I’ve done some crazy stupid shit for the club, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. Amazing f*cked up memories I’ll remember forever. From travelling all over the state and some parts of the country, to sharing some amazing stories with the older members, to be able to just be my true self and not give a f*ck about what others might think of me or what I do. It was and still is so liberating, a lot more than when I was doing drugs. This feeling of true freedom is more addictive than any other drug I’ve ever tried.

I never thought this lifestyle would be for me, it’s the complete opposite of the way I was brought up. Now, I have a family, I have friends, I can wear whatever I please—well, maybe not quite everything, but you get me—and say whatever the f*ck I want to say.

For the first time in years, I feel alive and it feels f*cking awesome.

It might also have a little something to do with a blonde angel who goes by the name of Charline.

I met her when I started to hang out with the club. Being Ayden’s best friend, she was always around. She’s an absolute knockout with her pouty lips, long blonde hair and big blue eyes. An angel. The first time I saw her, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She is the sweetest girl ever, but there’s one major issue. She’s underage. Well, she’s turning 18 soon, but still, it feels so wrong to be lusting over her.

I’m a masochist I guess. Even though I know I can’t have her, I have to spend as much time as I can with her. It’s not fair to either of us, especially since she seems to feel the same as I do, but I can’t help it. I need my fix…

However, it all ended one night not too long ago, when I made the stupidest mistake ever…well one of many…





HEALING GABE (LAST HANGMAN MC #3)

Gabe

October 16th, 2014

Luck has never been on my side. My parents were suddenly taken away from my sister Nicole and me fourteen years ago; she was barely eight, I just eighteen. I had to fight tooth and nail to keep us together and with the help of a very kind lawyer, I became her legal guardian. I put my life on hold for her, making sure she grew up loved, grounded and happy and I don’t regret a second of it. She’s turned out to be such a beautiful yet incredibly frustrating young woman. She likes to remind me often that she’s just a female version of me, but I can’t be that annoying. We love to mess with each other; it’s what keeps us sane. I might not be the most understanding older brother but it’s not something I can help, I need to protect her and keep her safe. I would be lost without her and she deserves the best in life, no matter the cost.

I was so preoccupied by my duty to Nicole, making sure she was raised exactly how my parents would have wanted, that I didn’t exactly focus on me. I have only dated one woman and it ended disastrously. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve f*cked women. A lot of them, without a care about how I treated them, I was more of a ‘hit it and quit it’ kind of guy, I couldn’t let them get close. Nicole needed me and she was the only girl I could ever truly care for.