Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(12)

“Thank you so much, Bennett.” She sighs with what I’m guessing is relief.

“Don’t thank me. As I said, I’m not doing this for you. Ask my parents for my email address.” I don’t wait for an answer as I hang up. I sit on one of the chairs on the deck, resting my elbows on my knees and holding my head in my hands.

I didn’t need this.

I didn’t need to know she was still alive.

I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay away from her now, no matter what kind of life she’s living now.

I need to see her as much as I need to stay as away from here. How the f*ck is that even possible?

My heart breaks a little more with the thought that she might not want anything to do with me. Maybe that’s why she left?

“Are you coming back in, Baby?” I hear my booty call giggle. Fuck, I don’t need this shit right now.

“No. You need to leave. Now.”

“Are you f*cking serious?” She pushes my shoulder in an attempt to get a reaction out of me. Well it’s her lucky day. I get up and look down at her, towering over her by a good two foot.

“Yes, I’m f*cking serious. I’m not in the mood. Get. The f*ck. Out of my house!” I all but roar at her, ready to carry her out the door if need be.

“You’re an *.”

“Ain’t that the truth?” I mutter and sit back down on my chair. I hear her yell insults at me as she walks back inside and slams the front door. I’m still unsure if she’s really gone or lying and waiting in my house but the sound of a car starting assures me that I’ll get some peace tonight.

I finish my cigarette and head back inside. I lock up downstairs and head to my room. I grab my wallet and take out the only picture I have left of Nancy. It’s a picture of us sitting on the bench in the gazebo where we spent our night dates together. I lie in bed, looking at the picture, brushing my thumb over her face.

“Where are you, my Gorgeous Girl?” I ask the picture, feeling overwhelmed with an array of emotions ranging from sadness to anger; from love to hate; from sorrow to hope. I put the picture on my nightstand, leaning it against the lamp so she’s looking at me whilst I sleep and settle down for the night.

There is one thing I know for sure: I need to find Nancy.





CHAPTER 4



Nancy

I get ready in my small room. I use the term ‘my room’ loosely because although I’ve been here for five years, I still don’t consider it mine. Some girls have grown to be content with what we’re forced to do but I still loathe it all. Having to f*ck strangers for money that goes to the worst kind of man isn’t the life I’d ever choose for myself. That is why I’m leaving this all behind me tonight. I might end up dead in a ditch, but that would be better than having to f*ck yet another random man for my boss. I don’t see one cent of the money I’m working for. We’re always promised that our cut was being put into accounts for us but I highly doubt that that’s happened, probably because it would help one of us to escape all of this.

I’m applying my fake eyelashes when he knocks on the door.

“You’re late again, Nancy.” He sighs heavily.

“Have you ever tried putting these on? They are a f*cking nightmare,” I groan loudly.

“Do not use that tone with me young lady.”

“Or what?” I look at him, feeling brave enough defy him today.

He chuckles. “Getting braver I see, how about you put those lips to a better use than talking back to me?” he snarls.

“Like what? Sucking a diseased cock?” I gag.

“Stop being a whiney little bitch and get your ass downstairs. You’re meeting with a very important client tonight. You do not want to disappoint him or me.”

“Or else?” I raise a perfectly groomed and filled in eyebrow.

“Or you’ll end up like sweet, little Ashley. Dead. In a ditch. After the whole MC has had a go at you and you will beg for hours that we kill you quickly, just like that little bitch.”

“I knew it!” I yell at him and he backhands me.

“Shut up, you little whore!”

“I’m tired of shutting up and putting up with your bullshit!” Well, this is probably not my best idea considering I want to leave this nightmare. He’s going to be on my ass even more than usual now.

“Well suck it up, buttercup.” He chuckles to himself. “And get a move on for f*ck’s sake!”

“Eat shit,” I grumble and stalk passed him in heels that are way too high and my black bustier dress that is way too short. I’m all dolled up for something that I don’t want to do and wearing clothes I’d never wear but have no say in the matter. They even go as far as choosing the color of our lingerie. I hate my life.

“I heard that.” He smacks my ass as I walk past him and I have to pinch myself to hold back a shudder.

I make my way to the front entrance of the house and nod at Pablo. He’s the doorman, butler, confident, bodyguard, basically, he does everything for the girls. He’s the only good guy here. He always give us a sad smile when we leave the house because he never knows what state we’ll come back in which, unfortunately, neither do we. We could return perfectly fine and hand the boss a load of cash or we could come back battered and bruised. The boss doesn’t care, as long as the clients pay he’s happy. But Pablo, Pablo cares.