Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(11)
I grab her hips, lift her off of me and position her on her knees on the couch with her head resting on the pillow before I thrust into her. I keep her legs closed, hoping it’ll provide some much needed friction. I try to empty my mind and enjoy the moment which seems to be working for a while. I’m slowly starting to feel some pleasure and think I’m going to get the release I need when my phone starts to ring again and doesn’t stop this time. Whoever is calling is going to hear me f*ck this girl and I couldn’t care less. I’m f*cking pissed.
“Hello,” I say breathless.
“Bennett Sawyer?” A familiar voice I never wanted to ear ever again asks me.
“What do you want?” I try to refrain from yelling.
“You might not remember me, but this is Mrs. Larkins. I’m N-”
“I know very well who you are. What do you want?” I stop mid thrust. Cindy, the girl I’m f*cking, wriggles her hips in attempt to urge me to continue but I can’t.
“I need your help.”
“My help? That’s a bit rich after what you’ve accused me of. What the f*ck could you need from me?” I pull out of the girl and make my way outside after pulling on my sweatpants. I light up a cig and take a long drag, letting the smoke burn its way down my throat as I prepare myself for whatever shit she has to say.
“She’s alive. We have proof.”
“What the f*ck are you talking about? She can’t be, you’ve buried her.”
“We got a package in the post today. We didn’t open it until a few hours ago and it was full of pictures of her. Recent ones,” she says and lets out a sob.
“How do you know they’re recent? Maybe they are old pictures or have maybe been photoshopped,” I say, not believing a word this woman has to say.
“Do you really believe what you just said or are you trying to convince yourself that she’s dead so it’s easier for you to deal with and move on with your life?”
“I’m not the one who f*cking decided to bury her!”
“We needed closure. Not that you could ever understand how painful it is to lose a child. Or at least think you did. She all grown up and some of the pictures have dates on them. She’s alive, Bennett. We need to find her.”
“Good luck with that.” My heart is breaking with every second I listen to Nancy’s mother. I didn’t go after her, I didn’t look for her enough. I didn’t have the means or any idea where she could be. I did ask around when it first happened, but I never got anywhere so I gave up on her, I gave up on us.
“You don’t mean that. I know you were in love with her. We ne-”
“If you knew I was in love with her, why did you force her to break up with me?” I ask full of rage.
“Because our worlds were so different. I didn’t want her to get hurt.”
“And yet look what happened. She was taken away from us, right from under your nose, so to speak. She was your responsibility that evening and you didn’t bother keeping an eye on her. She called me before she disappeared to tell me that you didn’t even pay attention when she told you she needed some air, you didn’t even ask why! God knows what has happened to her because you didn’t care about your daughter. She’s gone because you cared more about what those other rich people thought of you then her.”
“That’s low but I can understand your frustrations. I just want my daughter back and if anyone can find her, it’s you.”
“And why would you think that? What about the cops?” I question and take another long drag of my cigarette.
“The cops? They told us that a lot of teens who ran away from home were never to be found again. We even hired a private investigator but he didn’t find anything either. It’s like she vanished from the face of the earth. We thought she had willingly left us and wasn’t coming back so we needed the closure, that’s why we buried her. But these pictures have given us hope, unfortunately we no longer have the means to look for her,” she says sadly.
“Yeah, right. Money really can buy everything you know. If you really wanted your daughter back, you would have found a way to do so, considering you’re filthy rich.” I scoff.
“Sadly it can’t bring our daughter back. We know you’re still close with those cr-”
“With those what? Criminals? Do you really think this how you’re going to get me to help you find her?” I’m getting beyond pissed off now. It’s one thing to insult me but to mention my f*cking brothers? That’s too far.
“I’m sorry. I know you’re part of an MC. I kn-”
“How do you know I’m part of an MC?” I ask curious.
“Your parents. I asked them if I could contact you. I explained the situation to them and they gave me your number.”
“Right.” I sigh.
“I know you have means to find her and get her back. I’ll give you as much money as you want. Name the price. Just bring me my daughter back, I miss her,” she barely manages to get the words out before she breaks down in tears.
“I thought you didn’t have any money left? Maybe you should have thought more about Nancy before, when you had her with you instead of treating her like a doormat. I’ll look for her, but not for you, for myself. Send me those pictures and I’ll see what I can do. I’ll be the one contacting you next so don’t bother ringing me again.”