Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(31)

“Nancy, we’re equally dangerous. I won’t go into details of what I or the guys have done these past five years but I’m not the same kid you fell in love with back then. I’ve killed and hurt peopl-.” I’m not sure what I’m trying to achieve with this speech and it doesn’t look like it’s working when she interrupts me.

“Deep down I know you’re still the same boy who jumped into my room from his bedroom because I had stubbed my toe, you would never hurt me. I’ve seen the biker lifestyle, probably the worst example of it, and I don’t want you to get hurt because of me. I won’t be able to cope if anything happens to you,” she says as she holds my face between her tiny hands.

“I’m always careful.” I kiss the palm of her hand, holding it to my face.

“That’s why you walk with a limp and don’t try to tell me that it’s because you’re so cool and it’s your natural swagger because I swear I’ll bitch slap the shit out of you.”

“I like it rough, so I wouldn’t mind seeing what you’d do to me. I might lie just to see what you’ve got.” I smirk playfully.

“What am I going to do with you?” She groans in exasperation.

“Love me, marry me, have my babies and maybe a puppy, I’d love a puppy or a kitten. Either which I don’t mind,” I say smiling like a lunatic.

“Oh God.” She shakes her head in desperation which makes me laugh.

“I was shot trying to stop bad guys from hurting Viv, Nicole and Jase’s ex-wife. There was some long term damage to the muscle hence why I have a cool as f*ck limp.”

“Is it still painful?” She asks as she tries to climb off of my lap but I keep her still.

“Only when I’m riding for a long time. The vibrations make the muscle tense and ache but other than that I’m good. It’s been a while now anyway.”

“You’re a good man, Bennett.” She smiles at me sweetly.

“Why is that?”

“Because you’re loyal to your friends and protect them even if it means putting yourself in danger.” She chokes on the last part and it tugs at my heart.

“I’ll always do what I can to protect the people I love.”

“Good man.”

“Crazy woman.”

“I thought we’d already established that?” She deadpans.

“We did, I just thought I’d remind you.” I wink at her.

“Trust me, there’s no need,” she mumbles and cuddles into me. “When do we have to go back?”

“Where?” I ask, confused as to where we could possibly have to be.

“The compound.”

“You’re not going back there, you’re coming to stay with me.”

“Bennett…”

“Nancy…”

“As much as I’d love to spend time with you, I need some time to adapt.”

“I’ll give you space, I promise.” I plead.

“Bennett, I know you mean well, but after two seconds of seeing each other properly we practically ran into each other’s arms. The only time we haven’t been holding on to each other was when you got angry after I told you what happened. It’s not going to do us any good if we start living together.”

“Why the f*ck not?” I look at her, getting pissed off now.

“Because I need some time on my own and some privacy. I know that if we’re under the same roof then you’ll want to spend as much time together as possible.” She tilts her head and looks at me pointedly “Touché.” I sigh.

“I promise we’ll live together as soon as I’m able, I just need some time to adapt to my freedom and surroundings.”

“A week.”

“Huh?” she asks in an uncertain tone and looks at me as if I’m crazy.

“You get a week on your own then you’re all mine.” I grin evilly.

“Fuck off.” She giggles.

“I missed us.” I sigh sadly.

“I missed us too,” she whispers before kissing my chest.

Right in this moment, I really couldn’t care less if she’s hiding something from me.





CHAPTER 14



Nancy

I wake with a start thanks to a loud banging noise coming from somewhere behind me. I look around me and for the second time in two days, I don’t recognize where I am. I sit up quickly, looking around as I do and sigh in relief when I spot Bennett in the small kitchen area at the far end of the cabin. He swears at God knows what, which makes me smile. I sneak up behind him on the tips of my toes.

“Yeah, because you’re not obvious at all, Gorgeous Girl,” he declares as he busies himself with something that smells lovely.

“How do you do that?” I groan as I jump up onto the counter next to where he’s working.

“Sixth sense,” he whispers loudly and touches his nose like it’s a secret. “How’d you sleep?”

“Not so bad. What time is it?” I yawn and stretch, catching him staring at me with a grin on his face. Men.

“The time, Bennett?” I giggle.

“Right, time, sorry.” He looks at his watch. “Five in the afternoon.”