Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(28)

“Dickhead!” She glares at me and walks out of the room. I laugh to myself and get dressed. As much as I don’t want to leave her this morning, I don’t have much choice. We have another meeting with Sanders. This should be interesting.

I head downstairs and join her in the kitchen, holding her to me with one arm around her waist and move her hair away from her neck, burying my face in her softness before kissing along her lavender scented skin.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing? I’m not sucking you off, so being a kiss-ass isn’t going to work!” She tries to push me away but I won’t budge.

“I didn’t ask you to suck me off, I was just telling you what my dream was about. Don’t act like a bitch, it doesn’t suit you. I just wanted to have a minute with you before I have to leave.” I sigh, not letting her pull away from me.

“Don’t f*cking call me a bitch!” She turns around and glares at me.

“I didn’t call you a bitch. I said you were acting like one. For f*ck’s sake, I really don’t need this. I don’t do drama.”

She scoffs. “I’m not the one bringing the drama.”

“Is that so? And how in the f*cking hell did I?”

“By bringing Annie up any chance you have!” She raises her eyebrow at me.

“Hold up, I didn’t f*cking bring her up so stop making f*cking excuses. I had one f*cking nightmare about her whilst sleeping in the same bed as you and you’re gonna throw it back in my face. That’s unfair, Viv. I can’t control what I f*cking dream about, if I could then they would only be about you. When are you going to f*cking get that? Even when I f*cking dream or have nightmares about her it’s always your eyes I see.” I let out a frustrated sigh. This is not how I envisioned my morning to start.

“What?” She looks at me confused.

“You never listen do you? I’m here with you because I want you for f*ck’s sake. It’s your eyes I f*cking see every time I have a f*cking nightmare. Your beautiful eyes being ripped away from me, leaving my heart f*cking bleeding!”

“How would you feel if the roles were reversed? Your twin brother passed away because we were together, despite knowing things would be a f*cking mess if anyone found out. Then years later, you and I hook up and I show up in the middle of the night after having a f*cking nightmare about your dead brother and wanting some comfort and sex. Tell me Gabe, how the f*ck would you feel? Because right now, I feel used. You might be all sweet and shit at the moment, but the only reason you came over last night is because of that f*cking nightmare about Annie. You talk about needing to feel again, but do you even care about how I feel?” She stares at me and I’m speechless. “Didn’t think so. You can see yourself out, Gabriel. Don’t come back here. Whatever this is, it’s over.” She pushes me away as if to make a point and I let her, still stunned. Then everything sinks in and I’m seeing red.

I immediately walk back to her and pin her to the counter. “First of all, do not f*cking push me, ever, or I swear your ass will be a nasty shade of red and you won’t be able to sit down for a f*cking week. Second, that was a f*cking low blow. Of course I f*cking care about how you feel, how the f*ck can you ask me that? Third, I do not appreciate being yelled at in the morning for no f*cking reason at all. This is why I don’t do relationships; I don’t need the f*cking drama. You want us to be over? Fine, we’re done. Have a good f*cking life on your own.” I walk out of the kitchen without a second thought. Just as I’m about to open the front door, she stops me by yelling the words I never wanted to hear from her.

“Do not ever f*cking come back here. It was the biggest f*cking mistake coming back, especially seeing you again. I regret all of this, especially letting you use me twice, Gabe. Rest assured I will never make that mistake again. Stay out of my f*cking life!” she yells.

A part of me wants to stay and prove her wrong but that part is quickly overwhelmed by the rage that consumes me. I can’t stand being near her at the moment. I take one last look at her and leave, slamming the door as if to make some stupid f*cking point.

I jump on my bike and speed away from her place, feeling my heart being ripped out more and more the further I drive away from her.

I f*cked up.

She f*cking makes me feel truly happy for the first time in years but she’s so f*cking frustrating! I need to find a way to show her how I feel but I have no idea how. She’s only been here a couple of days, but f*ck if she hasn’t turned my world upside down.

It doesn’t take me long to get to the compound and a few minutes later I pull up and park my bike next to Ant’s. As I make my way to the chapel, I stop in my tracks.

“Ryan, Brother, I need to ask you a favor.”

“Anything, what’s up?” He looks at me, meaning business. I like that about this kid, you can ask him anything and he’ll do it happily. I study him for a second, he’s still quite young, a fair few years younger than me, but he exhibits the tell-tale signs that he’s been to hell and back too.

“I need you to keep an eye on Viv. She’s mine. Don’t f*ck it up.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just want to make sure she has protection. It’s a really long story but can you do that for me?”

“Of course, what’s the address?” I write it down for him and hand him the paper. “Thanks.”