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 fucked 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 fuckedupness. 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 fucked 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 fucking 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, fucking 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.
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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking. We both fucking love it and love fucking 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 fucking punch him for laughing at me when I was asking a serious fucking question about the wellbeing of my woman if we were to fuck.
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 fucking 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.
We do have our fights, more often than not, and for the most stupid things, but the make-up sex is electric. Quite hard to do that when your woman is injured, but she still gets as wild as she did before. Last week’s fight proved to be one of the best fights and make-up sex we’ve had so far.
I’m driving back home from the shelter with a pouting Viv next to me. She wants a cat, I want a dog. To be honest, I couldn’t care less what we get, I just like to rile her up. The doctor did say she could use some animal company for the days I’m not home. What she doesn’t know, is that I’m planning to get her her dream cat, a sphinx. I just have to wait a couple of weeks until I can bring it back home. Hopefully she will love it. I went to see the litter a couple of days ago and I know she’s going to love it. Me? It looks like the fucking spawn of Satan, but if it makes her happy, a hairless cat is what she’ll get. It just better not jump on me in the middle of the night. She blames her love of them being down to having an allergy to cat hair. I don’t know if it’s true or not because she’s always playing with Ayd’s cat that she rescued, and that thing is fucking furry.
“Will you stop pouting?” I look over at her.
“No!” She turns her back to me and mumbles something.
“What was that?” I ask, amused.
“You suck, you cat hater!” She turns around and glares at me.
“I don’t hate cats, I just prefer dogs.” I shrug and park at home.
“Same thing! Traitor!” She gets out of the car and stomps inside the house, most likely to hide in the skylight room. I lock the car and the front door before joining her.
“How am I a traitor?” I lay next to her.
“Because you don’t want a cat.” She flips me off and turns her back to me. I cuddle up to her and she elbows me in the stomach.
“Will you stop throwing a fucking temper tantrum every time you want something that you can’t get instantly?”
“I do not throw temper tantrums! You’re being a dickhead. Big difference buddy!” She pokes me in the left shoulder and I groan.
“What was that for?” I rub the spot.
“Well, that’ll teach you to be mean to me. I didn’t do it on purpose anyway.” She sighs and sits up. “I hate it when we fight.”
“Then stop being ridiculous.” I chuckle.
“I’m so not!” she yells and tries to punch my arm, but I catch her wrist and flip us over, so that she’s lying under me.
“You were saying?” I raise my eyebrow, grinding into her.
“That’s not fair! You always use sex against me.” I kiss her pout and smile.
“That’s because you and I both love angry make up sex.” I smirk.
“Oh…” She smiles sweetly.
“Yes, oh.” I chuckle.
“So, we can get a cat.” She grins innocently.
“Will you stop with that fucking cat? Or I’m not taking care of your pussy.” I snicker.
“Very mature.” She glares at me and grinds on me.
“Who’s having a fit because she’s not getting a cat?” I look at her intently.
“Whatever.”
“Are you going to kiss me or what?” I hover over her.
“Since you asked so nicely.” She rolls her eyes and brings me down to her. I don’t go slow, I nip at her bottom lip, claiming her mouth in a heated kiss. Alternating between gentle nips and stroking her tongue with mine. She’s already writhing under me and trying to rid me of my shirt.
Our clothes don’t stay on for very long. I sit up on my heels and strip her so she’s completely naked. Gotta love warmer weather. She gets on her hands and knees, freeing my hard cock from my pants and starts sucking me off instantly, moaning as she does so. I wrap her long hair around my fist. I guide her gently, before thrusting into her mouth. Never to the point of hurting her or making her gag, but still with enough force that she starts pleasuring herself. I want to be the one making her come so I help her up and push her on her back, spreading her legs. I lick along her slit, very slowly, teasing her in all the right spots.
“Less teasing, more fucking! I can’t take it anymore, Gabe. Fuck me. Please!” she whines writhing under me.
“As you wish.” I lay back down on top of her, teasing her wet cunt with the tip of my cock, pushing just the tip slowly inside her, before withdrawing instantly.
“Why are you doing this to me?” She moves her hips down to meet my cock.
“Doing what?” I smirk.
“Teasing me, for fuck’s sake.”
“What is it that you want Doll?”
“Your cock, buried deep inside me, now!” She groans and tries to reach for my cock.
“Don’t make me tie you up, naughty girl.” I smirk and thrust hard and fast inside her.
“Fuck that feels so fucking good!” She groans and closes her eyes. I lean over and kiss her softly, barely brushing my lips over hers, waiting for her to adjust.
I start moving when she squeezes me with her pussy, slowly at first. We both like it rough
, but I don’t want to hurt her. When I feel her muscles relaxing, I pick up the pace and start thrusting harder and faster, hooking her legs over my hips. I lean over her, resting my weight on my arms. I kiss her long and hard, alternating nipping and sucking on her lower lip.
We’re a pile of sweaty, heaving bodies, holding onto each other as if it were the last time we’d ever be together. I thrust hard and deep, eliciting a short high pitched moan with each thrust. She digs her nails into my lower back, bringing my hips closer to hers, making me go as deep as I can possibly get.
I rest my forehead on hers, my breath becoming ragged as I’m getting closer. “Not gonna last long Viv.” I say on a moan.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop!” She moans loudly and starts meeting my thrusts. It doesn’t take either of us very long to find our release. I come first and she comes straight after.
We’re both out of breath, covered in sweat, exhausted after a long day, but revelling in the feeling of each other.
That night was fucking awesome. We went for round two in the Skylight Room and then round three in bed. She wanted her comfort for our love making as she calls it. It’s still sex to me, but you know, women…
I’m on my way to pick up the cat and she still has no idea. She thinks I’m just out picking up dessert. We’re having a big BBQ to celebrate Cameron’s first birthday, giving me the perfect excuse to pick it up.
Half an hour later, I’m driving home with the new addition to the family in a cat box next to me, looking at me expectantly, I’ve never had a cat so I have no clue what it wants. “Sorry buddy, you’ll have to wait a few minutes until you’re with your mom.” I chuckle at myself, talking to a cat. The thing is pretty cute with huge fucking ears for such a tiny head. Looks like a gremlin on a good day.
I park in Ant’s driveway and balance the box of donut cake, yes that’s a thing and it looks fucking amazing, and the cat crate in the other. I walk to the back of the house straight away, knowing that they would already be out there and set the cake on the table. They are all playing around so it gives me time to hide the crate inside. I pick up Slick the cat, and hide him in my flannel shirt. It’s so tiny that you can barely see him. I walk outside and towards my friends.
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