Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC Series Book 5) (23 page)

“She what?” I yell.

“Aww she didn’t tell you? She’s getting engaged! It’s all happened so fast and we’re all so excited. We are having to rush the party and everything, but it’ll be perfect, you should be happy that she’s finally with a man she deserves. I must go now, good day, Bennett. I can’t say it was a pleasure knowing you, but have a good life all the same. I am a good person after all, I wouldn’t wish for any of your
activities
to get you killed,” she says in her singsong voice before hanging up. I’m left opened mouthed with the phone still at my ear as I process what I just heard. Nancy engaged.
My
Nancy,
my
Gorgeous Girl, engaged? Like fuck she is. There is no way she’s doing this without me having a fucking say in the matter. I quickly give Callum a call, he’s the only one who can stop anything from happening right now.

“Missing me already?” he answers on the last ring before it goes to voicemail.

“She’s getting engaged to some posh fucker,” I yell.

“One, don’t shout in my fucking ears. And two, what the fuck?”

“I just tried her phone again and her mom answered. Said Nancy was getting engaged tomorrow, that it was all so sudden but that Nancy was so happy and was finally getting the man she deserves. Come pick me up, I’m coming with you. I’m going to show her mom who Nancy really deserves to be with,” I exclaim and try to get up from the couch but groan in pain as I fall back down.

“No.”

“No what?”

“I’m not coming to pick you up,” he says with finality.

“What the fuck? Are you actually agreeing with her mom?” I’m so pissed off right now that my voice goes up an octave or two.

“No, fucker. I’m going to get her on my own.”

“Why?”

“Because if that guy decides to pick up a fight you won’t be able to land a punch.”

“Shit, I hate it when you’re right.” I groan.

“Annoying isn’t it? What if she really is happy with this guy though?” I can’t tell if he’s messing with me or not at this point.

“Don’t fucking test me, Callum.”

“Just messing with you.” He chuckles.

“Go get my woman, please.” I beg him.

“You got it, we’ll be back in the next two days.”

“Why so long?”

“I’m including an extra day because she’s a woman and will want to go to the bathroom every fucking hour.” It’s his turn to groan.

“True that.” I laugh before wincing.

“Take care of yourself,” he says before hanging up.

I can’t believe what’s fucking happening. If Callum doesn’t bring Nancy back I might have to kill him myself for failing her. The best part of me is missing and I have to rely on someone else to get her back. She’s my Gorgeous Girl, she’s supposed to be by my side, not with some conservative, stuck up, rich fucker.

CHAPTER 31

Nancy

The Next Day

Yesterday was a fucking nightmare. It was worse than when I was back at the Infernos’ compound. It might sound like I’m exaggerating, but I’m really not.

The more hours I spend in my mother’s company the more obvious it is that my mother and Richard are pretty much the same person. They’re both controlling douchebags who use their girls for money without a care about the consequences or the poor girl being used. The only difference is that one is my own mother. She’s marrying me off to someone I don’t know, don’t love and never will, for her own personal benefit. At least Richard was just sending us out to fuck and come back.

My mother is throwing shit at me left, right and center every five minutes and my head is spinning from it all. I’ve been told that I have to get pregnant within the next six months, despite me clearly telling her that I wasn’t even sure if I could still have kids with what I’ve been through.

Her rules are absolutely ridiculous. As if it wasn’t enough that the threat over Bennett is still very much in place, I’m not allowed to have contact with anyone outside of my parents and my
fiancé
. I’m only allowed out of the house when my mother is with me, like my own personal bodyguard, except she’s not protecting me, she’s making sure I don’t make a run for it. I wish I had a way to contact Bennett, I tried to ask George for a phone, but he must have known what I wanted it for because he refused to let me borrow his. I’ve tried to make it hard for him by acting like spoilt brat and be the whiniest bitch I could be by making odd requests every two minutes, but he doesn’t care who he marries as long as his fortune increases. He’s no better than my mom, just seemingly nicer on the surface.

The God awful engagement party just ended and I’m left with a massive, obnoxious rock on my ring finger and a feeling of emptiness. We’re all staying in George’s parents’ mansion for the night and while the place looks amazing, it feels like another prison.

I’m sat on George’ bed, looking around, feeling so out of place when he walks into the room.

“Relax, you should be happy and celebrating.” He smiles at me but it looks more like a leer.

“Did you hit your head at some point during that party or did you forget that I want nothing to do with any of this?”

“How could I forget when you keep reminding me?” He raises a perfectly groomed eyebrow at me, mocking me.

“And yet I have to keep repeating myself because you can’t seem to get it into your thick skull.”

“Just trying to help you see things my way, this can be beneficial to both of us. We don’t have to be faithful, we can have fun on the side as long as it stays private so no one will question our marriage.” He shrugs before he sips his Cognac. It smells vile and reminds me of whenever Richard would come around to visit us. He’d dress up in his trademark leather pants and just his cut on top, prancing around our hallway with a glass full of Cognac.

“Fuck that. This wedding isn’t happening, trust me.”

“Why? Do you really think your little biker boyfriend is going to come and rescue you? He knows you’re engaged, Babe. He’s not going to come.” He smirks and my face falters. Now Bennett might not be coming, but if Bennett knows, then he might have sent Callum. I bloody hope he has.

“He might not be coming himself, but one of his brothers might and want to know something? If he sends the one I’m thinking of, then I don’t think you’ll be around for much longer.” I shrug and get up to go get myself something to eat. I need proper food. I don’t get why posh people eat those tiny portions of food, you’re only going to need a McDonald’s to fill you half an hour later.

“Don’t you dare threaten me,” he hisses in my ear as he puts his hand across the door, blocking my exit.

“It’s not a threat, it’s the truth and I’d like to go get something to eat so please remove your hand.” I glance at him sideways, feeling way too close to him for comfort.

“No way. I know what you’re really up to.” He grabs my wrists and half drags me back towards the bed.

“Oh really? And what might that be besides getting a drink and some food?”

“You’re going to try to run away,”

“You really think you know me that well?” I laugh.

“Oh yeah, you’re a spoilt biker bitch who’s worth fuck all. First chance I get, you’ll be the one six feet under.” He pushes me onto the bed and undoes his pants. “I’ll teach you to defy me.” Suddenly my very first client comes to my mind and I freeze. I promised myself that I’d never let it happen to me again. I don’t want this man and there’s no fucking way I’m letting him go any further, I will
not
be the victim again.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I try to sit up but he pushes me back down and lies between my legs.

“Fucking my fiancée, what do you think I’m doing?” He smirks and I shudder as I feel his semi-hard cock against my leg

“Get off me or I’ll scream,” I say, trying to keep my voice level.

“No one will come, Babe. Everybody knows we’re going to have sex tonight, they’ll just think we’re playing around like any young couple does.”

“You’re about to fucking rape me, I wouldn’t call it playing around.”

“Who’s talking about rape? I know you want me, Baby.” He smirks and grinds his hips against my leg.

“I do NOT want you, not now, not ever so get the fuck off me, NOW!” I yell at him and he does something I would never expect of him. He pulls out a knife from God knows where and presses it against my throat.

“You’re going to shut up now and play nice or I’ll slit your throat here and now. Maybe I’ll tell you parents that your little friend showed up and couldn’t stand the sight of you being happy with me so he killed you. We both know that our parents will believe me and we have more than enough money to silence the cops.”

“You disgust me.” I spit in his face which earns me a backhand to the face.

“Shut the fuck up and be the good little whore you are.” He snarls and grabs a condom from his pocket. He tries to roll it down his cock with one hand as he holds the knife to my throat with the other, I take a chance and grab the lamp that’s on the nightstand and smash it against his head with all my power. I don’t manage to knock him out, but he does lose his balance which gives me a chance to make a run for it. I push him off of me, grab the knife and run out of the room. I rush down the stairs, taking two at a time whilst being careful not to fall over. It’s the middle of the night so no one is awake which works in my favor and I might be able to sneak out without being noticed.

“Nancy get back here now!” I hear being shouted from behind me, but I don’t turn around, I have to keep going. Just as I make it to the front door George grabs my arms and spins me around so I’m facing him. He shoves me against the door and covers my mouth to stop my screams before pressing himself into me. He gasps as his body collides with mine. He backs away from me and looks down at his stomach to see a growing red spot appear on his white dress shirt. “You fucking bitch.” He tries to reach for me and leans on me. The smell of him reminds me of my first client and I lose it.

“I told you I didn’t want you. You should have listened to me.” Something inside me makes me snap. I don’t know if it’s the memories of that man or the fight or flight instinct, but I can’t let him take advantage of me, not again. I push him off of me and he loses his balance. He’s on his back, gasping for air, holding onto his chest and side. Sweat is forming on his forehead as his face pales. He lifts his hand, reaching for me, begging me with his eyes to help him, but I simply don’t care. I guess he was right about one thing, I am a biker bitch, I’ve spent the past five years around bikers, good and bad, my version of what is unacceptable is different than anybody else’s. I look him in the eye, a smirk playing on my lips before slitting his throat. “That’s for threatening to slit my throat, you vile bastard.” I watch as he slowly loses consciousness. I check his pulse and feel it slowing down and losing strength. I wait a few more seconds to be sure before checking his pockets for his phone and make my escape.

In hindsight, I should have taken his car keys because I’m running down the private road that leads to the mansion from the main road. I’m wearing short heels, but it’s fucking hard to run in any kind of heels. I’m already out of breath but am too scared to check if anyone is following me. As I run for my life, I unlock his phone and congratulate myself on being nosy and spying his password earlier today. I click on the phone app and dial Callum’s number. I congratulate myself once again for actually remembering his number as I wait for him to pick up. Calling him is a long shot because he is terrible at picking up but he’s the only number I can think of right now.

“Hello?”

“Callum!” I exclaim.

“Nancy? Where the fuck are you?” he asks, sounding worried.

“Long story, I’m in my hometown. Is there any chance you could come and get me?”

“What the fuck have you done? Why did you go back?” he scolds me and I feel like a child being told off for putting their hand in the cookie jar.

“Long story, I’m in fucking trouble are you or are you not able to come pick me up?”

“I’m ten minutes away, can you hang in there for ten minutes?”

“Wait, what? New Orleans is not ten mi-”

“Who says I’m in New Orleans?” He chuckles darkly.

“Bennett.” I sigh and smile to myself.

“Yeah, he called me straight after your mother told him that you were getting engaged. He’s in a bad shape, Nance.” He sighs.

“What do you mean?” I slow down as I reach the end of the lane and hit the main road.

“Ant called me earlier, he’s drinking himself into oblivion and tried to bite Nurse Charlotte when she was trying to change his bandages. He’s a mess without you Nance.”

“Bite her? What the fuck? Isn’t he still in the hospital? He should know that I wouldn’t do that to him! The fucking bastard.”
How could he not know that I was coming back to him?

“Tell me about it. That’s Bennett and his logic for you. You leaving him with just that note drove him over the edge, combine that with the alcohol he’s been consuming and the painkillers, then you get the state he’s in now.”

“Fuck. I’m not at my parents at the minute; I’ll text you the address. I’m about to run out of battery.”

“Okay, Nance. Stay safe.” He hangs up and I quickly text him the address and where I’d be specifically before tossing the phone into the small river that separates the property from the main road.

I walk down the road until the house is out of my sight, just in case someone decides to come out and look for me. I sit on a big rock that’s on the side of the road. I take off my shoes and throw them to the side wishing that I could do the same with my bloodied clothes. What I just did keeps playing on my mind and I start to shake. I just took someone’s life. I never thought I’d ever be able to do that. What if there’s cameras in the house? They’ll be able to see me killing George. Will they tell the police? Am I going to prison? Worse, are my parents going to make good on their threat and have Bennett killed?

Luckily a black pickup truck comes to a stop by me, saving me from my thoughts. Callum jumps down from the driver’s seat and looks around before spotting me.

“Fucking hell, what the fuck happened to you?” He rushes over to me and helps me stand me up before checking me for wounds.

“It’s not my blood, Callum.”

“Wanna talk about it?” he asks as he takes off his jacket and drapes it across my shoulders.

“Not here, we should go.” He nods as he helps me walk over to the car and climb up into the cab. He jogs around to the driver’s seat and speeds off in the direction of home.

We drive in silence and I can feel the tension emanating from Callum. He doesn’t press me for details, but I can tell that he’s desperate to know what happened.

“
My fiancé
threatened me with a knife and tried to force himself onto me. I hit him in the head with a lamp, stole the knife from him and ran. When he caught up to me and pushed me against the front door, the knife went in. Then I slit his throat,” I say flatly.

“Fuck, Nance.”

“I know.” I rub my face.

“Don’t worry, we won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Thank you. How’s Lewis?”