Here is the Prologue (Unedited) to “Need Me”, Gabe’s first book in the Glory Days Finale trilogy. Look for this novella to be released the first week of September!
Never in my life have I ever been so fucking scared. She was there, in a hospital bed, almost dead from the hands of a rapist. Her face was unrecognizable. My sister, my sweet, darling, baby sister, had taken the wrath of the fucker who was after Mary.
I didn’t send protection to watch over her when we knew someone was out to hurt our family, our Glory Days family. Yes, Mary had fallen into our lives and stolen each and every one of our hearts. She was the intended target, but my sister was the message.
I promised mom, I fucking promised her, that I would take care of Liana. And I failed. I failed the two women who’d been in my charge to take care of since the day my mother kicked our sorry ass father out of the house. He’d been caught doing things to little girls at the library he worked at as a janitor.
My mom’s only worry was that he’d done something to her, Liana. I was still young when she kicked him out, but she told me the truth as I got older. It was a heavy weight for her to bare alone and I think she needed someone to confide in.
Over the years, we’ve watched Liana, looking for any signs that he’d hurt her. The doctors assured my mom that Liana still retained her virginity, but he could’ve touched her in other ways. She was so young then. She doesn’t remember.
Not once have we seen any signs of him hurting her. I breathe a sigh of relief every time I lay eyes on her now. Married to Reed, holding their beautiful son, my nephew. Yes, Liana’s okay.
She has Reed now. I used to hate him, worried that he’d hurt her emotionally. He was too good of a man to hurt her physically. Do you know how many boys I ran off in high school? How many since then? Overprotective big brother is right. The images of someone laying a hand on her brought a feral rage to my system.
No woman should be harmed…ever. Regardless of age. A child should be raised with loving parents, not ones who prey upon their innocence. Women are to be cherished. They are the ones that bring life into this world. They are so strong, stronger than us men. The things their bodies do to change- just to bring one life into the world- is a miracle I will never understand.
Mom left us with nothing. I didn’t blame her for that. She did what she could to help us, but the cancer was stronger. If it wasn’t for Ash and the band, I don’t know where we’d be today. I cringed at remembering the thought of us having to live hand to mouth, on the streets of L.A. Yeah, we’d both be dead by now.
I am thankful for what I have accomplished. I am thankful for my mother who raised me to not be like him. No, I am nothing like him.
I just wish I was stronger. I wish I was smarter, so that I could’ve sent security to stay and watch over her.
“She will need you, Gabriel,” mom whispered, as she struggled for breath. The breast cancer had spread. It was in her lungs, her ovaries, her stomach and so many places that there was nothing that could be done. She was so sick.
“I know, ma,” I cried softly. “I promise. I promise I will take care of her. No one will hurt her. I swear to you.”
“You are such a brave boy, my son,” she reached up with shaky, bone-like fingers. Her color was ghostly pale, her lips held no color and the life was already drained from her body.
“I love you, ma,” I kissed her on the forehead. She was so cold and fragile.
“Don’t forget, Gabriel. Liana will need you. Take care of her and yourself. Find happiness my beautiful son. When you find the woman you will love for eternity, tell her…,” she gasped for air.
“Ma,” I started, but she shook her head to continue.
“No, Gabriel,” she whispered. I had to lean down close to her ear to hear what she had to say. “Tell the woman of your dreams that you love her. Every…day, Gabriel. Love her and take care of her, because she will need you too.”
“I will, ma,” I promised. “Ma………….no!”