Saving Abel (Rocker Series) (29 page)

I’d never looked to anyone for comfort. However, I looked to her for it. She calmed me. Her soul spoke to mine. My muse gave me all of herself, expecting nothing in return. This was unfamiliar to me. Someone always wanted something from me. And I felt things when I was with her. She had awakened my heart, and now it beat only for her. That’s an experience I’d never had. It was earth-shattering, rocking me to my core.

With my guitar resting on my knee, I was scribbling lyrics to a song asking Gia for her hand. Yes, I planned to ask her to marry me during this tour, to make her Mrs. Abel Gunner, my perfect other half, my better half. She was everything to me. Without her I couldn’t breathe. Yes, this was premature. However, my mind was made up. I knew I’d never feel like this again. I didn’t want to lose this. Everything with us was emotional. As hard as I took her during sex, I never felt like I was fucking her.
She
owned
me
. Owned my dick. Owned my come. Owned my soul. I made love to her. As soon as I put that ring her finger, I’d get her under me slowly, showing her how very much she meant to me. She’d feel the difference in my slow strides. Fuck, even my heart beat differently. Yes, it still pushed blood through my veins, but now it now fortified me with love, nurturing my being. Gia Mastro had brought me back to life.

Motherfucker, if this bitch didn’t stop texting me, saying she needed to talk to me. Morgana always needed to talk, was always looking for an excuse to take her clothes off, to submit to me. I would never fall into that trap again.

So I let her have it:
I’m changing my number. It’s fucking pathetic: you just don’t stop. I will never be with you again. What aren’t you getting?

Morgana shot back:
What if I told you, you were being played out by someone close to you? True story.

I wasn’t about to fall for that one:
I’d say you’re full of fucking shit and desperate.

But the bitch persisted:
1 minute of your time = finding out who’s fucking you to your face. Really, is Abel Gunner gonna get played the fuck out?

Then Abel Gunner gave an inch:
10 seconds, that’s all. Colorado airport, our usual gate.

Morgana took it:
Ok.

Fuck me! Why had I even agreed to this? She was full of fucking shit as always. However, I had a weird feeling there was some truth to it. I prayed I was wrong. So help me God, if one of the boys was fucking us out of money, I’d end up in lockup tonight.

The driver let me off, transferring my bags to the plane. The psycho walked down to the tarmac in six-inch heels with her pussy peeking out.
Fucking whore
. She opened the door, closing it behind her. I moved to the other side of the limo, not even wanting to be on the same seat as her.
What the fuck was she up to now?

“Hi, babe.” She reached for my knee. I moved it away.

“Speak! You’re not here for any other reason,” I said. I was real fucking tired of this game with her. It was getting old. “I’ve got a plane to catch,” I said, sickened. How I had ever even fucked her was beyond me. Her beauty was eaten up by the ugliness that dwelled within her.

“Your little sub isn’t who you think she is.” She lowered the window.

“Get out! Get the fuck out right now, you sick bitch.” I hit the intercom.

“Yell all you want. Call me names. I don’t fucking care. But she’s a grifter. Her and her mother. They go after wealthy men for money. Not love. Never love. Just fame and fortune.”

“What the fuck are you going on about now? You can’t handle it because I’m with someone else. You have to ruin it. You ruin everything. You are so fucking ugly to me right now. How in the fuck did I allow myself to get involved with you? How?” I hollered. I was done. Of course, she’d attack Gia.

“I swear to God, Abel. You can call me whatever names you want to make yourself feel better. But facts are facts. Ask her. I had a chat with her yesterday at Band Aid’s. Did she tell you?” she asked. No, I had to admit: she had not told me.

“She promised to tell you within a week. Or I told her I’d tell you. But the little bitch thought she would run off on tour with you before I could get to you.” She smirked. She loved this, loved seeing me in pain.

“
Get out now! Don’t you ever contact me again!”
I screamed. I was pissed, about to lose my shit. The screaming drew attention. Ender knocked on the window. I rolled it down.

“Oh, fuck,” he said, walking away.

“Ender!” I called out. He turned back around. “Escort this piece of shit off the tarmac, please.” I closed the window. Morgana frowned
. Fuck her.

Ender hauled her away—but not before she tried to profess her undying love for me, one more time. If she had been a dude, I would have killed her then and there. My stomach was sick, my brain confused. Was it true? Was it even possible? I took in as much oxygen as I could. I felt dizzy—lightheaded. I exited the limo, forcing myself upright despite my stomach cramps. I walked to the gate. I needed to talk to Gia. She’d tell me all this was just a ruse Morgana had made up to come between us. The boys boarded Lethal Abel’s jet. I waited, leaning against the brick wall for her to come down the ramp. I heard the wheels of a suitcase squeaking along as it rolled. She rounded the corner and jumped.

“Fuck, you scared me!” she shouted, then relaxed into her usual bright smile. She walked over to kiss me. I put my hand up, halting her. Her eyes widened. A frowned played with her face. She looked down to the ground.

“Tell me it’s not fucking true,” I boomed, walking over to her. She backed up against the wall. She closed her eyes.
Fuck me
. My heart exploded into a million tiny pieces.

“I see you know. But I can explain. It’s complicated. But once I explain it, I hope you’ll understand, and you’ll forgive me.” She stepped forward, with tears in her eyes. I closed mine, running my fingers through my hair. I didn’t know what to do with them. Finally they came to rest, balled up at my sides.

“Please.” She reached out to me, grabbing my hand. I winced at her touch.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me,” I huffed, backing her up into the wall.

“Please, Abel. Let me explain. Give me—” She couldn’t even get the words out before my hands were on her throat, my thumb pressing on her larynx.

“Do it. Hurt me. I deserve it,” she cried, sobbing, her voice barely audible. Oh, I thought about it: I wanted to choke that bitch to death. I hated her. I wanted to crush her lying throat in my hands. I moved away from her, staring into her tear-filled eyes.

And then I moved in real close, so there would be no misunderstanding. “You. Are. Dead. To. Me,” I gritted through my teeth.

“No!
Please,
Abel—
please
. Oh God, please don’t do this. Please. I
beg
you.” The spasms rocked her body. She fell to her knees in front of me, reaching for my legs. I stepped back. I turned and walked away, boarded the plane—and never looked back.

The End

This band was my lyrical voice for Abel Gunner.

With their permission, I used this band not only as a muse for Saving Abel, but for their stance on anti-bullying. You will find hyperlinks to the band’s YouTube videos throughout the storyline. If you love them (as much as I do), please show your support by liking their video and or purchasing their music on ITunes.

To buy Oak Island EP on iTunes: 
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Join us and The Bully Project to help end the bullying problem. Our collaborative tee shirt is available at: 
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100% of the proceeds will go straight to The Bully Project to continue their efforts to end bullying and make this world a kinder place. Also, please watch their powerful award winning documentary called Bully, available on Netflix and on their website!

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My biggest thanks is to my PA/PR chick LadyAmber aka Amber aka biatch. You hit the ground running with me every day. Tediously, you listen, read, reread, pimp, promo, blitz, blog, make teasers, and support me continuously support me. For that there are no words only actions. I think you know how much I appreciate and adore you. You’re my shoulder to lean on, an ear, and all heart. This has allowed me to muck my way through the murky waters of fictional publishing. Thank you!

The mother of all thanks to 
BookChick BlogReviews
. You are master Yoda. You’re ridiculously talented (I’m not going to say patient…lol), lent me an ear when needed. Gave me great advice, and many laughs. Also, hands down the best teasers and trailer’s known to man. I am in awe.

An enormous thanks to Elizabeth Llewellyn a talented author with editing skills of a Jedi. Email:
[email protected]
or check out her blog: 
http://ellewellyn.blogspot.co.uk/

A shout out to 
Regina Wamba
 at 
Mae I
 designs for my beautiful cover.

Huge hugs & kisses to Deena Rae of 
E-BookBuilders
 you’re epic chic.

Heartfelt thanks to my NY AITC Chicks. You guys are there every morning, afternoon and night. We have a great support system that just works. You truly are my sisters of smut.

Special thanks to Vicci Kaighan, Steph Rebel BookVixen, Marilyn Ortega, my street team(whom I adore), Bloggers: 
Naughtylitchic
, 
Luvto Read
, 
Love Myfictional Boyfriends
, 
Panty dropping Book Blog
, and 
Up All Night Book Blog
. You all have been a rock to stand upon, a shoulder to lean on, and a giggle when needed. Not to mention, you’ve provided me with continuous shmexiness throughout the days and nights.

Hugs to Destiny Reads Wright for finding me the perfect quote for Saving Abel.