Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(49)

I get up and grab my gun, walking towards the two remaining Kings who are still standing and end them without regret. I try to check the bodies that are on the ground, seeing if any belong to any of our three clubs. Unfortunately, one guy from the Angels was crushed by a bike engine and didn’t make it. I cut off his patches and put them in my pocket.

Slowly, we all gather ourselves and go back to our bikes, I spot Ric and walk over to him. “I’m sorry, man.” I say as I hand over his fallen comrade’s patches.

He sighs sadly. “Thank you. I appreciate you doing this.”

“Don’t mention it.” I nod my head to him and go to my bike.

We start the long journey back to the compound, feeling happy with ourselves despite our losses. We know there are still others and their other charters are still up and running. This is not over, no, this is just the beginning.

We’ve just declared war on one of the biggest clubs in Louisiana.

They will rally their charters and will come after us for revenge, but in the meantime, we’re going to enjoy the fact that we’ve made a huge dent in their operation. It’s only temporary, but hopefully it’ll give us enough time to rally our own charters and prepare for retaliation.

When Ant mentioned an alliance with the Bastards and Angels, I didn’t think it’d work. We’re all pig headed and want things to go our way. With the shit we’ve all been through because of those two clubs, it was hard at first, but things changed in the past twelve years. Things worked out pretty well with this alliance, which surprised everybody. Everybody worked well with each other, things went smoothly for us. Over these past couple of years, we had to face a lot of betrayal coming from within, but with the right people by your side, you can overcome everything. It’ll show those other clubs out there who want to take us down that we are strong and they shouldn’t mess with us.

Our alliance worked well and in our favor. We came out of this stronger. Things ran smoothly. We managed to work with some of our past enemies. It surprised everybody, and will show other clubs out there that want to mess with us, that we are stronger than ever. This alliance was the best thing that could happen to our club. Not only did it help us get rid of some of those Kings bastards, but also gave us the confidence we had been lacking since we faced a lot of betrayal coming from within.

Despite the inevitable attack from the Kings, things can only get better from now, well at least, I hope so.





CHAPTER 19



Viv

I can’t believe Sanders had Nic, myself, and his wife, Jenny, moved into a motel with cops watching over us. Bennett and Ryan are on ladysitting duty all over again. Not that I mind, those two are hilarious, but this f*cking blows.

I hate feeling trapped and to make things worse, they won’t tell us what the hell is going on. Sure Gabe called me before they left but for f*ck’s sake, we could’ve just stayed at Line’s. If they really want to find us, then they would have done so already. I’m pretty sure the kings’ have had someone watching all of us anyway so they’ll know we’re here, they either want to scare us or don’t need me yet. I shudder at the thought of being taken by them.

This is the part I hate about the motorcycle club lifestyle. No matter what you do, there will always be rival clubs trying to f*ck us over or use us as bait and leverage.

When we were living in New Orleans and hanging out with the Last Hangman, things were good. We weren’t exposed to the illegal shit that took place. That all changed though, when we were handed over to Trent. The members of the Kings couldn’t give a shit what we witnessed. From such a young age it was a daily occurrence for us to see people taking drugs, drinking extensively, f*cking each other in front of us, we even were witnesses to murders.

I don’t think the others have any idea of how ruthless and heartless the Kings can be, but I’ve witnessed it first-hand so many times. They didn’t have a problem beating people up in front of us, abusing women, killing people who wouldn’t do what they were ordering them to do. They were letting us roam around the place not caring about how what we were seeing would be affecting us. As the years went by, I became immune to it all. It still grosses me out, but it doesn’t affect me how it used to. It used to give me nightmares for days on end. A part of me hates that I stopped feeling after witnessing so much f*cked up shit. I started to feel less human. I want to feel again. I deserve to feel again.

The only thing I feel bad about is that Nicole and Jenny, Sanders’ wife, have been thrown into this f*cking mess because of me. I’m sure Jared would have taken an interest in Nicole sooner or later, but I hate that her being with me brought his unwanted attention to her sooner. I hope the cops outside know what they are doing and will be able to protect us properly if Jared or his men strike. I don’t even know how long we have to stay here but this is driving me crazy already and it’s only been an hour.

I wish we had something to do, but we were rushed out of the house before we had a chance to pick anything up. Even Bennett and Ryan aren’t their usual cheery selves. They can’t get a hold of the others so they’re in the same boat as us. All we can do is sit here and wait, I hope no one’s been hurt today. So many innocent people are going to be involved, I’d rather have Jared just get it over with and take me and leave the others alone.

I think back to the day Annie was killed. It started a lot like today and turned to shit in no time. Thinking about her always puts me in a weird mood, I cherish the memories I have of her, but I’m also haunted by the sight of her being killed. A part of me died that day and I wasn’t the same person anymore, even after I killed Trent.