Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(76)



My plans to open up my own bar have been put on hold until I recover, but Gabe didn’t relent. He found me the perfect spot so he could still be at work and keep an eye on the place. An old building was next to their garage and abandoned. He managed to get ahold of the owner and get him to sell him the property. A shit load of work needs to be done on the place, but once it’s finished, it’ll be f*cking amazing! I just can’t wait to see it. Gabe has banned me from going there, says it’s going to be a surprise. While I love him and his surprises, he can be an annoying prick when he wants to be and worst of all is that he’s doing it on purpose.

Things were pretty quiet on the club front, ‘were’ being the keyword. There’s a new MC in Louisiana and it seems they are here to stay, well until the Last Hangman kick them to the curb like they did with the Kings. The Hades Disciples are worse than the Kings, if that’s even possible. We’ve been on lockdown a couple of times, just to make sure nothing happens to any of us. They haven’t made a move on the Last Hangman yet, but it’s only a matter of time.

I love my new life with Gabe and things are going really well. We have a nice routine but he always manages to surprise me, be it with sweet notes hidden around the house, cooking food or picking up takeaways or donuts, the Red Velvet kind of course. I knew there was a reason why my feelings for him never vanished over the years. We were meant to be, and after all our trials and tribulations, we’ve finally made it, and I couldn’t be any happier.

Life is f*cking good when you find the man who can be your confidant, your best friend, and your lover. He is all I’ve ever wanted and I finally get to call him mine.

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Gabe

It’s been a couple of months now since Viv has been released from the hospital and things have been amazing.

We live together and at first, it was a huge adjustment, I was so used to living on my own since Nicole went off to college but it’s been pretty f*cking sweet.

It seems like Viv has come to life since we started living here. There were a lot of things to work on in the house, but we managed to make it our own. I didn’t have much I wanted to keep from my old place, just the bed and a couple of pieces of furniture we needed. Viv though, she was f*cking bat shit crazy in the department store. She made the house look homey and we love it, even if it’s a tad too girly to my taste. She’s been a lot more bubbly, happy and relaxed since we moved in here permanently. We decorated her sister’s bedroom, transforming it into a guestroom. Neither of us felt it would be right for us or our future kids to sleep in that room. I’m not saying Annie is going to come back to haunt us, but it does feel awkward. Viv’s old bedroom is her office and her parents’ old room has become our walk in closet and the old guestroom is our bedroom, it’s not the biggest room, but we love it that way, besides, we don’t spend much time in it. We spend the majority of our time in the extra room we added. The skylight room. It was hell to build, but we have a couple of construction workers in the MC who helped out. We lined it completely with pillows and have potted plants dotted around the room and installed an epic sound system. It’s so peaceful and perfect for f*cking. We both f*cking love it and love f*cking there. The night sky makes a perfect background for Viv when she’s riding me.

We had to wait for a long time before we were able to have sex again. It frustrated the hell out of me, but I couldn’t risk hurting her. I knew she was as desperate as I was, but she’s still healing. When we went to the doctor for her to get checked out he openly laughed at me when I told him about being worried of hurting her. I wanted to f*cking punch him for laughing at me when I was asking a serious f*cking question about the wellbeing of my woman if we were to f*ck.

The whole club is pretty happy with the new alliance we made with the Fallen and the Bastards. It’s been interesting to work with others, who turn out to actually be great men. Some things still need to be worked on, but we’re getting there.

We had our first run in with the Disciples, it was interesting to say the least. We were chilling at the Bastards’ compound when they showed up unannounced. Only a handful of them were there, and they didn’t pick the smarter or older. I’m not even sure they were over twenty. They came over telling us to be careful, that the new Kings were in town and were here to stay. Imagine pre-teens telling you that. We all burst out laughing at them. It was hilarious.

From what we’ve heard from our other charters who had a couple of run-ins or echoes of what they’ve been up to, they are f*cking worse scumbags than the Kings. I had no idea it was possible, but it is. They are the worst kind of human beings there could be. It’s pissing me off to just think that they are out there, free. They have no morals, no respect whatsoever, for anyone, but especially for women. A couple of incidents have occurred since they’ve hit Louisiana and our area. And we thought Jared was messed up… We’ll need to keep a close eye on them.

It’s been hard to leave Viv to go back to the compound, but installing the trackers and camera system gives me some peace of mind. I know it pisses her off, but I can’t leave the house without them being there, not after all the shit that has happened over the past twelve years.

I still can’t believe I finally get to call her my woman after wanting to for so long. It’s surreal that despite everything she’s been through because of the club lifestyle, that she wants it with me and accepts it; and loves me as much as I love her. I never imagined she’d feel that way for me. I never thought it would happen to me. She’s a match made in heaven for me. I wouldn’t change a thing about her, well maybe make her less stubborn but then our fights wouldn’t be as interesting. The way we were forced to live our lives has shaped us to be the people we are today, yet those events never hindered how we felt about each other. We always had each other on our mind and we finally were able to reunite.

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