Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(29)

“Fuck me.” He shakes his head and rubs his neck.

“Too soon, Bennett.” I joke, which earns me a small smile.

“Mad woman.” He sits back on the couch and pulls me into his arms.

“What’s new?” I ask as I look up at him.

“True. What happened to you last night? You were covered in blood.” He gives me a pained stare; I feel for him, having to see me in the mess I was in probably took its toll on him. I hate to see him looking like this and I hate it even more that I can’t remember exactly what happened.

“I’m not sure.”

“What do you mean?” He looks at me with a confused expression on his face.

“I think the client spiked my drink. I vaguely remember getting there and having a drink but then nothing. The next thing I remember is running into you.”

“Best thing that’s happened to me in the past five years.” He sighs.

“I’m sure you’ve had some good moments over the years.”

“They were all dull because you weren’t there.”

“I didn’t peg you to be this sappy, Bennett.” I tease.

“Shut up.” He chuckles and tightens his hold on me slightly as if he’s scared I’ll disappear again.

“I’d say ‘make me’ but knowing you, you would and it wouldn’t be in a good way.” I grin messing with him.

“I’m hurt; you have no faith in me.” He shakes his head before nuzzling my neck. “I missed this.”

“We never had this.” I sigh.

“I know but I missed holding you. It feels good to be with you without being afraid someone will see us and tell your parents.”

“It does. So you were looking for me?” I kiss his head before resting mine on his chest.

“Yeah, your parents called me last night th-”

“They what?” I shriek.

“Fuck! Nancy, my ears.”

“Sorry.” I grin apologetically.

“I’ll forgive you this time. They called me and asked me to look for you because the cops stopped looking for you a couple of years ago.”

“Why would they ask you? And I know that they buried me, so why decide to look for me now? How did my evil mother sound? Did she seem like she really cared?”

“I don’t know, Gorgeous Girl. But it was weird to hear from your mother. She sounded mildly interested in finding you; I don’t know her motives. All I know is that they’re looking for you and know you’re still alive, someone’s been sending them recent pictures of you. That’s how we managed to find you, kind of.”

“Pictures? I had no idea someone was taking pictures of me, what kind of pictures? Please don’t tell them you’ve found me. I don’t want anything to do with them.” I frown in anger.

“You don’t want to know. You’re going to get a wrinkly forehead if you keep doing that.” He chuckles and I slap his chest.

“Stop it! I mean it, please don’t tell them.”

“I promise, I won’t tell them, my Gorgeous Girl.” I swoon when I hear my old nickname; I love it when he calls me that.

“I’ll never tire of hearing you call me that.”

“My Gorgeous Girl.” He kisses my temple.

“I’m here.”

“Yes, you are.” He beams, looking a lot more serene than a few minutes ago. “I’m glad you told me.”

“I felt like I owed it to you.”

“You didn’t owe me anything.”

“I’m glad we have each other back.”

“Me too. I’m going to keep you all to myself and never let you go”

“Not even when I have to use the bathroom?” I gasp looking at him with a shocked look.

“You always have to ruin a romantic moment.” He shakes his head at me.

“I don’t want you to ever let me go.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.”

“You have no idea how happy this makes me to hear you say that.” He sighs happily and pulls me closer to him.

“I can imagine.” I smile and cuddle into him, enjoying being able to touch him once again.

Well that went better than I thought. I don’t know why I got myself worked up about it; Bennett always had the ability to lighten a dark conversation. I know inside it’s killing him what happened to me but I’m glad he’s being supportive and isn’t being too irrational. Talking with him was a good way of getting rid of some of the weight that was on my shoulders, but not all of it. I couldn’t tell him all of it.

I feel horrible keeping some important details from him, but there’s no way I can tell him, it would crush him. I can only hope that when he does find out he’ll be able to forgive me for keeping it from me. But until that happens, I’m going to enjoy the time I have with him and cherish every memory we make, who knows what’s going to happen in the future.





CHAPTER 13



Bennett

Fuck it all to hell.

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. How the f*ck did she live through all that shit? The motherf*cker behind this is dead the second I find him. I’m trying not to let the rage I’m feeling show, but it’s f*cking hard to calm yourself when an inferno is coursing through your veins. I hate knowing that other men have been with her, even if she didn’t enjoy it, she’s mine and mine alone. The knowledge that people used and abused her and that she had to endure it to save her life makes me sick but I have to keep a straight face and hide how much it’s killing me.