Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(15)
“What do you mean they had a run in with an MC?” Ant asks, sounding just as confused as I feel.
“Her parents were coming back from a party one evening and had been drinking. Stupidly they got into their car and ended up driving someone off the road, killing them instantly. The woman they killed was with one of the Santa’s Infernos’. Nancy’s parents begged for forgiveness but the only way for them to stay alive was to pay the Infernos’, which they did, for a while. After a few years, they didn’t want to pay anymore which I think is the reason the Satan’s Inferno might have sought revenge by taking Nancy.”
“Motherf*ckers!” I’m f*cking raging. How could her parents be so f*cking selfish as to risk their daughter’s life? They knew something would happen if they stopped paying and they f*cking did it anyway.
“Calm down. That’s really important information. We now know who might have her. I know we can’t just go and pay them a visit and ask for Nancy back, but it puts us in a better position than we were two hours ago” Ant says with a sadistic smile on his face.
“Ant’s right, the Satan’s probably don’t know we’re going to be looking for Nancy unless her parents ran their mouths, which I doubt they will if they have history with them. No one but her parents knows what we’re up to. That’s good for us. We’ll find her, Bro, don’t worry,” Aleck says, looking almost happy now that we have more information.
“We’ll find her, Bennett. Don’t worry. By the looks of these latest pictures, she’s in or around Bourbon Street. We should go out and look for her or at least see if anyone has seen her.” Lewis suggests.
“She’s right. Let’s grab a few more of the guys so we can cover more ground,” Ant says before grabbing his phone and calling some of our Brothers.
“Thank you.”
“No need for that soppy bullshit, Bennett.” Callum grunts, looking unimpressed with my display of gratitude. I guess that to him a man doesn’t show emotions, but I’ve always worn my heart on my sleeve. I can’t hide how I feel. If I ever see Nancy again I know the guys will have a field day making me pay for all the times I’ve made fun of their sappy moments with their ladies. Truth is, the jokes were caused by jealousy. I’ve envied them since the beginning. I want my happy ending as much as the next person. Call me a soppy f*cker but I don’t care. Anyone would be too if they’re ever lucky enough to cross paths with my Nancy, my Gorgeous Girl.
CHAPTER 6
Nancy
I ring the doorbell and wait for my client to open up.
This is a first time client and also my first time in this neighborhood. I have no idea what to expect, it looks like a good neighborhood but who knows what goes on behind closed doors. I guess that’s the good thing about regulars, even if they have f*cked up needs, you kind of know what to expect. I’m going in totally blind here and it’s unnerving. Fingers crossed I don’t end up with a psycho this time.
I don’t know how these men hear about what our pimp has to offer. I mean, I doubt he runs an ad in the local paper for ‘personal massages with a happy ending’. Knowing him it would be a lot more graphic.
I don’t have to wait long before the door to opens and reveals a man that looks like the complete opposite to my usual client. He’s tall with broad shoulders and a dazzling smile. I take him in and see that he’s wearing dress pants and a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, making the whole outfit instantly hotter. He’s also wearing an expensive watch around his wrist and a wedding band. And now watch the hot factor drop to f*cking *. I have no sympathy or time for cheaters. No matter what goes on at home, you do not betray the person you promised to love and cherish forever.
“Good evening, Violet.” The man smiles, using my street name.
“Good evening, Sir.” Urgh. I disgust myself sometimes, well most of the time actually. Sometimes, those men who pay to have me for an hour or for the night, make me feel something other than dirty for a few minutes. Well, they aren’t the ones making me feel something, thinking of Bennett is making me feel something and probably the only reason I haven’t gone bat shit crazy. Truth is, I do enjoy sex. I love it in fact. It’s just that I keep having it with the wrong people. It doesn’t mean that I’m not disgusted with myself for letting things get this far for so long, but thinking of him helps me get through it. I could have ended this nightmare a thousand times by taking my own life, but there must be something for me beyond this. Being exploited for money isn’t the way I’m going to live my life. At least I f*cking hope not.
“Good girl, you know how to address me properly. Come in.” He motions for me to walk in as he steps to the side. I nod, keeping quiet, and walk inside. I look around at my surroundings not really paying him any attention, looking for the best way to escape. Anticipation is key here. His house screams wealth; it’s absolutely massive with a large marble staircase going upstairs, on my left are two closed doors that lead to god knows where and on my right is a large living room and open plan kitchen that’s filled with furniture that looks like it should be in a museum rather than in this guy’s house. “Enjoying what you’re seeing, Babe?”
“It’s not so bad, for a married man.” I turn to him with a sneer on my face.