Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(44)
“You’re never going to see her again. If I hear you’ve been anywhere near her, you’re f*cking dead and no one will ever find you again.” I snarl.
“You’re sweet. See, I know you’ve allied yourselves with the Bastards and the Angels. It’s a smart move, I applaud you for that, but what you don’t get is that I’ll always have the upper hand. Your three clubs combined will never bring the Kings down.”
“That’s what you think, just wait, you’ll see your entire world crumble down very soon.”
“Oh no Gabe, just you wait, we’ll see which one of us is still standing in the end. Goodbye, Gabe, good to talk to you again.”
I’m still f*cking trying to process all of this. I need to make sure we take them down before they are able to hurt our women. I’m glad we have Sanders with us, he’s proven himself to be a force to be reckoned with. If only we could send them away secretly but somehow I don’t see any of the girls going for that, the guys would be all for it but the girls would definitely fight to stay.
“I wish you knew how much I f*cking love you, Viv,” I whisper.
I hope things will go well and I don’t lose anyone else I love.
CHAPTER 17
Viv
I wake up feeling way too warm and feel something heavy pressing me into the bed. I groan feeling like I’m suffocating. I try to roll over but I can’t, Gabe is way too heavy. After a couple of tries, I manage to roll us over, but it doesn’t help as he has his arms wrapped around my waist holding me captive. Normally I would relish in this but right now I really, really have to pee. I try prying his arms open without waking him up, which is proving more difficult than I first thought, but I manage eventually. I run to the bathroom and take care of business, smiling to myself as I remember how our very early morning went.
I don’t know what was said on the call between him and that sick f*ck but it couldn’t have been good. I just hope things will be done once and for all very soon. We don’t need that kind of added stress. I just want us to be happy and live a normal life, well a life outside of his club life. You can take the man out of the club life, but you can’t take the club life out of the man. Not that I would ever ask him to leave it, but knowing the Kings would be out of the picture would make it easier for me when he goes on runs and life would be easier in general.
I finish my business, wash my hands and join him back in bed. He looks so peaceful. It’s good to see that he’s not having nightmares anymore. It eases my mind a little, I hate knowing that he’s suffering, even when asleep. I hope we can both let go of the past and open up to each other.
I’m not sure if I heard him last night or if I was dreaming, but I thought I heard him tell me that he loved me. I hope it wasn’t a dream, that would f*cking blow.
I wanna tell him how I feel about him but I’m scared. Not because he might not feel the same, but that he won’t want me for whatever crazy excuse he could come up with this time. It’s getting harder to keep it to myself, even though it’s just been a couple of days. When you’re around Gabe, things are so much more intense. He makes you feel harder and deeper than you could ever imagine. He brings out the best and the worst in a person, he thrives on that. I don’t know how he does it. He has that something that makes you feel like you need to open up to him, which is bizarre. Combine all of that with nearly thirteen years of repressed feelings for him and then you have me, a mushy mess deeply in love with this caveman who doesn’t know he stole my heart.
He starts to stir and rolls on top, pinning me into the bed again. “Morning Doll.” He smiles and rubs his nose over mine.
“Morning, Handsome.” I smile.
“Best way to wake up.”
“Couldn’t agree more, how did you sleep?” I kiss the scar on his cheek.
“Heavenly, besides someone leaving me.” He actually pouts!
“I had to pee. It was that or wetting the bed. I’m not sure you would’ve appreciated waking up lying in a puddle of pee.” I shrug and he shakes his head.
“You’re so weird.”
“Why? Because I had to pee?”
“No, because you are talking about it so casually.”
“Well, it’s natural.” I shrug. “Besides, I’m sure you’ve heard worse at the compound.”
“That’s for sure.” He chuckles and kisses my neck.
“This feels nice.” I sigh happily.
“What does?” he whispers against the hollow of my neck.
“This, us. Waking up in each other’s arms, cuddling, kissing, making love,” I say tentatively.
He looks at me for a long while. “It does feel nice,” he says smiling, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. He’s still very much guarded. I try not to let it bother me, but it’s hard. “I meant to ask you, what’s the story behind your back piece?” He caresses my back.
I sigh, a little disappointed that he isn’t as excited as I am about us. “Fallen Angels to me represent the fact that life wasn’t kind to me and threw more shit at me than I could handle, but I didn’t let it destroy me or my compassion. It’s a reminder that no matter what, I’ll always do anything that I possibly can to make sure my family and friends have all they want in their life. It’s also to represent the walls I built around my heart. Not because I didn’t want to let anyone in, but because I didn’t want the love I have for you to ever fade.” He looks at me stunned. I realize what I just said and I need to add something, that will probably end up being a f*cking mistake as he’s a stubborn f*cker, but I just can’t hold it in anymore. “I love you, Gabe.” He still looks stunned and doesn’t say those three words back, I thought from what he said in the past that he’d say it back. I was wrong.