Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(79)
We spent the rest of the day eating a lot of food, a lot of cake and playing cards. It’s almost 2 AM and Viv is asleep in bed. I locked up downstairs and within the five minutes it took me, she managed to roll around and lay straight in the middle of the bed, taking up the whole space. Slick is asleep at her feet. I don’t care if I have to sleep in the chair, as long as I know that she goes to bed with a smile on her face and no worries on her mind, I did my job and that’s all that matters.
I never thought I’d ever be happy again, I thought I’d only feel pain and heartache for the rest of my life. I’ve been miserable for the past twelve years, roaming the earth, not fully living, just going through the motions. Sure, I had the club and my brothers, but it wasn’t helping me cope with the double loss I had endured. That day I lost the woman I thought I was going to be with and the woman I was in love with. There was a hole in my heart that kept growing bigger and bigger every day. Things could have turned to shit for the both of us, but we were there to pick each other up.
I’m grateful she keeps pushing me to express my feelings more, it’s getting easier. I know I love her and she knows I love her, but I’m scared that if I show it in public, the world is going to want to rip that away from me.
She’s helped me so much over these past couple of months, she’s made me the happiest I’ve ever been. I still miss my parents and think about them daily, I wish they’d had the chance to meet Aleck and know that their younger son was alive and well, but I’m sure they are watching over us and are proud of us.
Life couldn’t be any sweeter. I have my woman, a beautiful house, my blood family and my brothers. Viv doesn’t know it, but she has saved my life in more ways than one.
She’s healed me completely.
The End.
TRUSTING JASON PREVIEW
I lost my wife two months ago.
My life has been f*cking hell since then.
Between mourning her loss and working, I haven’t had any time for me. I buried myself in my work, hoping it would take away the pain and the image of her dead body, but no, if anything, it’s only made it worse. When I’m all alone at night in my bed, that’s when the real nightmares begin.
Nothing makes me feel alive anymore, nothing except one person who manages to lift my spirits. Nothing will ever happen. It’s not the memory of Jenny that is stopping me, which makes me sound like a total f*cking *, but because she’s the baby sister of one of the Last Hangman.
Gabe knows me and knows I would never hurt her, but he’s not exactly the understanding type. To be honest I don’t know if she does even want me, she could be helping me out of survivor’s guilt. I’m a damaged widower.
Everybody thinks I’ve had it easy all my life but they are all so f*cking wrong. My past would make the MCs seem like saints. Something’s coming and I know it’s going to destroy the life we once knew, but I can’t bring myself to confess to the MC all the shit I have done. All the things I had to do to survive and then because I started to enjoy it. They would never believe detective could do all of this shit. What they don’t know is that there’s a good reason why I played my part in taking down the Kings so well. My entire life has been a f*cking lie. I’ll have to tell them sooner rather than later, they need to be prepared for the shit storm that’s going to be coming our way.
FALLING FOR KALLI PREVIEW
by Mia Lily & Muriel Garcia
Mason
All damn morning I’ve had to listen to Tyler go on and on about the rents due. I don’t mind the first and second time, but after the third and fourth, he was starting to piss me off.
“I’ll sort it, how many f*cking times do I have to tell you!” I snap at him, making him realize he is giving me a damn headache.
It’s always me that gets moaned at because apparently it’s my fault we are down a roommate. In a way, it probably is my fault, but it takes two to tango. I can see from his facial expression that one of his Tyler rants is coming.
“Well, if you hadn’t f*cked and broke our last roommate’s heart, we wouldn’t be in this mess. How many times did I tell you not to go there? Yet, you did it anyway!” Tyler huffs, following me as I walk away from him, heading towards my bedroom. I step inside and slam the door hoping to God it shuts him the f*ck up, even if it’s just for a minute.
Yeah, I did f*ck Faye, the last roommate. She knew my reputation and what I was like. It’s not my fault she developed a huge crush on me and then lied to Amie and Tyler, telling them I said I wanted more just to get in her pants. I may be a manwhore, but I’m not a liar. I take in the familiar scene of my bedroom in the loft we live in, I can describe it in two words, absolute shithole, but it’s my shithole. I keep it a shithole as it reminds me of my room back hom when I lived with my mother. It reminds me of how she used to get on at me to clean my room, I can still hear her voice clear as day in my mind. People that used to know me say I look very much like her, dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes. I can’t see it myself. I shake her from my thoughts as thinking about her only saddens me. I head over to the desk on the far side of the room to look for a pen and a piece of scrap paper, pulling open my top drawer, condoms…nope, don’t need them. More searching turns up more condoms. For f*ck’s sake, can I catch a break? I slam the drawer shut nearly breaking the cheap piece of shit, and open the second drawer. Aha! My sketchbook and a pencil, that’ll do the job. I rip a bit of paper from the page and quickly scribble an advert, it can’t be that hard to find a roommate surely, we live in the city of Manchester for God’s sake.