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Authors: Muriel Garcia
Healing Gabe (Last Hangman MC Book 3)
HEALING GABE
Copyright © 2015 by Muriel Garcia
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For my Mom,
for always being there for me and
always supporting me.
I love you.
Gabe
October 16
th
, 2014
Luck has never been on my side. My parents were suddenly taken away from my sister Nicole and me fourteen years ago; she was barely eight, I just eighteen. I had to fight tooth and nail to keep us together and with the help of a very kind lawyer, I became her legal guardian. I put my life on hold for her, making sure she grew up loved, grounded and happy and I don't regret a second of it. She’s turned out to be such a beautiful yet incredibly frustrating young woman. She likes to remind me often that she’s just a female version of me, but I can’t be
that
annoying. We love to mess with each other; it’s what keeps us sane. I might not be the most understanding older brother but it’s not something I can help, I need to protect her and keep her safe. I would be lost without her and she deserves the best in life, no matter the cost.
I was so preoccupied by my duty to Nicole, making sure she was raised exactly how my parents would have wanted, that I didn’t exactly focus on me. I have only dated one woman and it ended disastrously. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve fucked women. A lot of them, without a care about how I treated them, I was more of a ‘hit it and quit it’ kind of guy, I couldn’t let them get close. Nicole needed me and she was the only girl I could ever truly care for.
That all changed when I met
her
. In such a short amount of time she became my world but as quickly as she came into my life she was taken away from me. To this day, twelve years later, I still have nightmares which only get more vivid each time. It makes no fucking sense to me. It seems like my subconscious wants to torture me.
Meeting
her
rocked my world. One night I was a normal guy, trying make ends meet, taking care of my sister, the next, I was propelled into a world I never ever imagined being a part of and became a member of a motorcycle club.
Recently, I’ve been experiencing an uneasy feeling that things aren’t going to stay as steady as they have been. I can handle anything happening to me, but to Nicole?
No. Fucking. Way.
It doesn’t help that Nicole has been off to college for a couple of months now, so I can’t keep a close eye on her myself but luckily I have one of our guys from another charter watching over her. I need to make sure she is okay at all times, especially after everything that happened to Ayden and Charline. I’m not willing to risk anything happening to her. She’s my life.
You would think that I would have thought twice before joining The Last Hangman MC knowing I was raising my baby sister, who needed constant love, attention, support and protection, but because of one fucking mistake I had to join them.
Here is my mistake...
******
11 Years Ago
I turned twenty-one last week and didn’t bother going out to celebrate it. I didn’t have the heart to leave Nicole alone on that day. We did have fun but now I need some adult fun.
I’ve called a babysitter to watch over Nicole tonight. I love my sister to death but I need a night to myself. For the past three years, I've been doing all I can possibly do to make sure she has everything she needs. I’ve completely put my life on hold and I'm at the point where I desperately need a break. Don’t get me wrong, I will always do what I can to make her happy, but there’s only so much a guy can take.
In order to be able to raise her I’ve been working non-stop at a local garage, trying to make enough money to pay the bills, keep a roof over our heads, keep her fed and get her whatever she may need or want, but it's just not enough. Do you have any idea how expensive it is to take care of an eight year old girl? The fact that I can't say no to her does not help in the slightest.
We come from a modest family and my parents never imagined they would both leave us so early, so they didn’t think of setting up a fund for us. I’m not blaming them but being thrown into the adult world when all you want to do is spend time with your friends and party is tough, I had to adapt fairly quickly. It was harder on Nicole than it was on me. She was just a kid when it happened. She needs her parents to grow up and help her through life and the changes a woman’s body will go through along the years.
Over the years, I've had girls, women, come over purely to fuck whilst she’s been asleep. I know, I'm irresponsible for bringing unknown women into our house and I paid the price when one of those fucking bitches stole some of our stuff. I had to explain to Nicole why the necklace our Mom left her was missing. I have never felt more like shit than I did then seeing the look of pure heartbreak on her face.
Tonight, instead of bringing someone in, I'm going out to play and it's gonna get messy.
I park my pickup truck in the parking lot of a bar and make my way to the entrance. I don't know what I'm looking for tonight. A couple of drinks? A good fuck? A good fight? Any of those will do, all of them would be even better. I have so much pent up rage that I need to let it out somehow.
I sit at the bar and order a beer and a shot of bourbon. I down the shot and revel in the feeling of the amber liquid burning my throat. I bring the bottle to my lips when someone taps me on the shoulder. At first, I think it's one of those drunk fucks I saw when I entered wanting to pick a fight but when I turn around, I see this curvy bombshell smirking at me.
“Hey, big boy, looking for a good time?” She caresses my arm.
“Depends on what you are offering.” I say as I look her up and down. She's not bad, clearly has had too much plastic surgery, but she will do.
“Anything you want. I'm Scarlett.”
“Gabe.”
“A pleasure, Gabe. Wanna go out for a quickie?” I love women who know what they want and don't bullshit it.
“My kind of woman.” I smirk and walk outside, leading the way behind the bar. I don't care if we’re going to have witnesses, it makes it all the more exciting.
She doesn’t waste any time undoing my belt and pants. She gets down to her knees, taking my cock out and wraps her ruby red lips around it, sucking hard. I lean against the wall for support. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve had sex and at this rate, I won’t last long. I hold her face in place for a few seconds, face fucking her fast before I pull her up and make her face the wall.
“Not gonna last long if we keep this up,” I say as I roll a condom down my shaft.
“Thanks for the compliment, big boy.” She giggles. She was a bit sloppy but I’m not about to piss her off. I need to fuck someone and she’s so willing to fulfil my needs.
I lift her skirt and smirk. “Commando, my kind of woman.” I chuckle and position myself, thrusting into her slowly but not giving her time to adjust, I’m too far gone to care if I’m too big for her.
“Fuck, you’re huge!”
“I know.” I smirk and start thrusting faster, holding her hips in a tight grip. She moans loudly, clearly enjoying the rough sex. Too bad I never go for a second round with the same person, she feels pretty good wrapped around my cock.
After a few minutes, I feel myself getting close, I start to fuck her even harder and faster, desperately needing this release. I keep a tight hold on her hip with my left hand and move my right one to her pussy and start playing with her clit. I’m not going to last very long and I don’t want her to start moaning that she didn’t get to come. It doesn’t take her long to get there.
“I’m gonna come, big boy,” she moans moving back to meet my thrusts. In no time, we both come. I let her ride out her orgasm and withdraw, taking off the condom and throwing it in a nearby trashcan. I fasten my pants while she fixes her hair and skirt.
“Thanks for a good time, big boy, call me if you want a repeat.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I don't do repeats.”
“Sucks for me.” She kisses me and saunters back inside.
I'm about to go back inside when I hear people shouting. A man is yelling at a woman who sounds distressed. I'm no knight in shining armor but I was raised to treat a woman with respect. Sure I'm not exactly treating them properly at the moment but we’re on the same page, I never promise them anything and most certainly never raise my voice or hurt them.
I make my way back around the bar and watch the argument, assessing if the woman needs help or not.
“Leave me the fuck alone, you fucking asshole!” She shouts at the guy.
“Vivian don't be such a fucking bitch and come with us. It's going to be fun. You’re gonna love it. You know we always take good care of our women.” The asshat chuckles darkly.
“Oh really? That's why that girl ran away first chance she got?”
“She couldn't handle us. You can.” He shrugs and tugs on her arm again.
“Leave me alone!” She screeches.
“You see, I can't do that. Your Uncle approves of us being together, it’s only you who don’t want to see how good it would be for the club.”
“Fuck you and fuck your stupid club, Jared!” He slaps her and I see red. I charge towards them and push him away from her.
“She told you to leave her alone, asshole! What the fuck don't you understand about that?” I yell at the asshole known as Jared.
“You just messed with the wrong person, buddy. You have no idea who I am and you’re going to pay for this. You’re going to regret ever coming here!” He spits at me and charges towards me with a knife, proceeding to lacerate my cheek. I don't think twice and pound my fists into his face. The girl isn't around anymore which is good, she did the smart thing and ran away when the dickhead charged at me.
Not two minutes into this fight and I'm pulled away from the guy.
“Stop it. Trust me, you don't want to do this,” an unknown voice tells me. I try to fight the guys holding me but they don't budge. “Jared, leave and stop fucking harassing Viv or trust me you’ll get into more trouble than you can handle!”
“Fuck off, Cabe, you don't know shit!”
“I know enough. You don’t have any fucking respect for women and that’s enough for me to know you aren’t worth shit.”
“Don’t start something you and your club won’t be able to deal with.” Jared growls.
“Trust me, if someone isn’t going to be able to handle shit thrown at them, it’s you. Now leave before we fucking wreck you.”
Jared chuckles darkly. “Do you really think you scare me, Cabe? You and your little minions aren’t scaring me or my club. You’re all going to regret stepping into something that was none of your business. Trust me.” He walks past us, gets on his bike and leaves.
What the fuck did I get myself into now?
“You okay kid?” Cabe asks me.
“I’m not a kid, and yeah I’ll be fine.” I sigh seeing the blood on my shirt.
He chuckles. “You’re not afraid to fight or to come to a woman’s rescue, that’s good, but you have no idea who you’ve just messed with.”
“Who is he?” I look between the bikers standing in front of me, some of them look my age. This is fucked up.
“He’s in a rival MC called the Hades’ Kings. As I’m sure you’ve gathered, they have no respect for women. You stepping in to help Viv wasn’t a good idea even if it was the right thing to do. I hope for your sake that you aren’t afraid to fight again if they come back because they will. Do you live on your own?”
“What? No, with my little sister.”
“Fuck.” He sighs. “Alright, come with us. We’ll explain everything.” He motions for me to follow them. I don’t know why but I get in my truck and follow these bikers, I have no idea where to but if talking to them can keep Nicole safe after this major fuck up, then I’m all for it.
On my way out of the parking lot, I see the girl who was fighting with Jared. She’s with another girl who looks very similar to her. Our sights lock and remain that way until I’m fully out of the parking lot. I have no idea what all of that was about but I hope they’ll both be okay. I pause and find myself wondering why on earth I care about two random girls. I don’t know them from Adam but I feel the need to keep them safe, to protect them from the likes of Jared. It’s odd, I don’t usually get like this about anyone except for Nicole. As I take one last look at the girls in my rear-view mirror, I get a strange feeling they are going to change my life forever, for better or worse? I’m not sure.
I follow the bikers to their compound and one of their ‘old ladies’ as they call them stitches up my cheek. It’s going to leave a nasty scar but at least half my face isn’t hanging open and bleeding everywhere.