Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(75)
EPILOGUE
Viv
Three months later
Things have been f*cking insane!
Since the surgery and the complications after, Gabe has become the most overprotective boyfriend in the world. Not the ‘my boyfriend is so cute and protective’ kind, oh no, he’s the ‘I’m gonna put a tracker in your phone and car’ type. I literally have cameras covering the whole of the outside of my house. The only positive thing about them is that they scare the shit out of sales people, I can see them coming from a mile away and scared the shit out of them with the speaker Gabe installed. Most of them are confused, some run away thinking the house is haunted or some shit. It’s f*cking epic!
Gabe and Bennett are healing slowly, they are both pretty much fine now. Gabe’s recovery is taking a little longer than expected because he was stabbed in the same shoulder he was shot in last year. Bennett is almost as good as new, he’s still walking with a slight limp but the added swagger has only made him hotter. He’s going to be breaking even more hearts now.
Jenny, unfortunately, lost her life, and it f*cked up Sanders. Everybody, including him, keep telling me that it’s not my fault, I just can’t help feeling bad about it, even more so that I didn’t get to go pay my respects at her funeral.
My sweet little Nicky. Over the past three months, we’ve been hanging out a lot and have become really close friends. She’s an absolute firecracker. Any man who manages to get through Gabe and be lucky enough to date her, won’t know what hit him. She’s basically Gabe in the body of an extremely beautiful young woman. Instead of returning to college, she moved back here and transferred to UNO because she didn’t want to be far away from her family anymore.
Well, her new extended family. Everybody thought Gabe and Aleck looked like each other, the resemblance was uncanny, but no one expected the crazy story they told us. It’s amazing though. Aleck finally has a family, both inside and outside the club, who love him as he deserves. Nic was happy to have a new brother, at first. She became the target of their stupid pranks. It’s like they are fifteen all over again, putting sugar in the salt shaker and salt in the sugar bowl or throwing water balloons on her before she goes on a date. The worst was probably when they decided it’d be a good idea to redecorate each of the rooms in Gabe’s old house, where she’s currently living, with different things. One was covered in post it notes, one filled with balloons, one had the walls covered in aluminium foil and the worst probably was the life size clown they put in her bedroom. She did get them back. Not without mine and Line’s help. We managed to shave the sides of their head and put make up on them and take pictures for blackmailing if need be. We’re all expecting payback for the haircuts, but they seemed to enjoy them after a couple of days.
Despite Gabe being overprotective, living with him has been perfect. I get to drool over how hot he is on a daily basis and he’s the sweetest man ever, even though he tries to act like a badass biker, deep down inside, he’s a big softie. He’s been doing up the house, fixing, decorating, rearranging, basically anything and everything to make it our own. We didn’t change too much in the end. We painted the house from top to bottom and changed the purpose of a couple of rooms. Gabe brought in a couple of things from his house and I might have gone a bit crazy shopping for new home stuff. It was a weird experience sorting through my parents stuff as well mine and Annie’s old stuff.
Annie…I’m still dumbfounded by what happened even after all this time. To think I was jealous of her being normal and she was jealous of me being rebellious, I wonder what would have happened if we had just talked to each other, would things still have turned out like this? I get that losing our parents was traumatic, it messed with both of us, but for her, it was taken to a whole new level of f*ckedupness. How can one go as far as faking being raped and killed? I’ll never understand what happened inside my sweet Annie’s head, as far as I’m aware, my twin died in the same car accident as my parents did. It’s easier for me to handle and that way I can focus on the good memories pre-accident.
Killing her, as f*cked up as it’s going to sound, wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be, I also thought I wouldn’t be able to cope with the guilt but to me, at that point, she wasn’t my sister, she was just a f*cking psycho who was trying to kill my boyfriend. I don’t regret doing it. I do sometimes have nightmares about that night but over time they are slowly becoming less frequent, it is getting better. You’d think that living in the house in which we grew up in would stir up bad memories, but it hasn’t at all. It’s actually calming to be living here with the man I’ve always loved. My parents would have adored him, and not because he’s a Last Hangman, but because he’s the most loyal, respectful, polite person in the world, even if he swears like a sailor, but then again that makes two of us. He makes me happy, he’s smart, funny, isn’t afraid to do housework, I mean, any woman would love to walk into the kitchen to her man going commando in low hung sweat pants cooking up breakfast. Major swoon!
We’re working on him being able to express his feelings and he’s getting better at it. He leaves me notes every morning when he goes to the garage, it’s the sweetest thing ever. Looks like Ant and Aleck inspired him to be a total sap in private.
We’ve been planning their weddings like crazy. They keep pestering me about when is Gabe going to propose, but I honestly don’t care when or if we get engaged and married. If it happens, f*cking ace, if it doesn’t, that doesn’t mean he loves me any less. I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me who I love. As for the kids, we’ll see what happens after I fully recover. We did talk about adopting a pet from a shelter and have been fighting like cats and dogs about what to get, cat or dog, I want a cat, he wants a dog. While I love dogs, I’m more of a cat person. He’ll have to deal with it! Luckily I have a few tricks up my sleeve to help me win this debate.