Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(21)

“Hullo, I’m Ayden, this is Line and that’s Nicole.” A gorgeous red head informs me as she points at the two other women in turn.

“Hi.” I look between them all, confused by their sudden appearance in the room.

“All our partners are a part of the MC and we’ve all been through some shit so I figured you could use some friendly women who know what you’re going through. Even if you don’t feel like talking, it’s always good to have a female presence around when you’re not at your best.” Viv tries to reassure me.

“I appreciate it, thank you.” I tell them, giving them each an anxious smile.

“Don’t be nervous, we only bite our husbands,” Line, I think, says.

“Good to know.” I laugh softly.

“Come, sit,” Ayden instructs whilst holding her hand out to me. I take it and sit on the bed next to her, wincing as my sore ass hits to mattress.

“What happened to you?” She looks at me with concern etched on her face.

“I wish I remembered.” I sigh.

“Oh, that’s why you looked confused earlier. You don’t remember what happened?” Viv asks.

“I can only vaguely recall a couple of things but not much.” I frown.

“What can you remember?” Nicole asks me.

“Not much. I remember being dropped off at a client’s house. Getting a drink and then I think I blacked out until I was hit with a spiked paddle. I fought with the client and escaped. Somehow I managed to run into Bennett on Bourbon Street.”

“Do you remember the address you were dropped off at?” Ayden asks.

“No.” I sigh looking down only looking up when I hear the sound of bottles being opened.

“We could all use one. We’re all staying with you tonight. If you want us to f*ck off just say.” Ayden smiles.

“I’m alright so far.” I smile and take a long pull of my beer.

“How you know Bennett is what I really wanna know!” Line says excitedly.

“It’s a long story.”

“Everything is a long story, you gotta give us something. Bennett seems like the happy pick me up talk you need.” Viv smirks as she lies back on the bed. We all take a drink of our beer or water for Viv and I start telling them about how I met Bennett and everything that happened after.

By the time we are done talking about Bennett and my life after I was taken, we’re all half asleep and the sun is rising.

I don’t know what the future holds for me, but if my life has to end today, at least my last moments will have been with good company and talking about the only person I’ve ever loved.

It doesn’t take me long for sleep to take me and I fall asleep happier than I have in a long time.





CHAPTER 9



Bennett

I’m sitting on the deck watching the sunrise thinking about the first time I met Nancy and how it changed my life. From the time I was eight or nine, I can’t really remember, my parents moved us from pillar to post every couple of months. I don’t think we spent more than a year in the same place. We always stayed within Texas or Louisiana but moving around so much meant transferring to different schools all the time. I didn’t really mind, but making friends was difficult for me and by the third move, I gave up trying to make any. If any kids came to me then I’d happily be their friend but I wasn’t seeking friendship anymore, it only made it harder when we had to leave.

To this day, I still don’t know why we moved so much. I remember at one point my parents were really sad and weren’t taking an active part in the club lifestyle but I never knew why. What happened to cause them such grief? What made them move so much? Were they after someone or was someone after them?

I missed my friends from the Last Hangman and the kids from my original school. I could have kept in touch but back then we were too young to understand what moving away really meant and it’s not like we had all the means to do so like kids today do.

Our last move that brought us to Penhurst, Texas and I started to notice a difference in my parents. They were happier, friendlier and more loving. They bought a really luxurious house in a really fancy neighborhood which was not like us at all. We were used to the MC lifestyle but my parents wanted to take a step back and try to live a normal life. I don’t know what made them choose this neighborhood but I’ll be forever grateful that they did. If they had chosen anywhere else, even the next town over, then I would have never met Nancy. The person who changed my life the moment I saw her, whether that was for the better or not, I’m not too sure anymore.

The first time I met her was the day we moved into the house next door and I can remember it like it was yesterday. It was a warm sunny afternoon towards the end of the summer. We were just two kids back then; she was seventeen and I was eighteen. I was still living with my parents out of convenience and comfort; I didn’t see the point in having my own place. I was used to living in a large community staying with them made sense to me, even if a lot of kids back then found it lame. My parents might have left the MC lifestyle not long after our move, but I didn’t. I was just starting to embrace it in one of the chapters. I loved the big family and living life on the edge. I was a bit of a rebel so the MC helped fuel my desire to cause mayhem whenever the opportunity presented itself.