Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(42)

When we got home and she went upstairs, I took a waited of minutes before following her to call Callum and get him on the case.

“What do you want?” Callum greets me, ever so politely. Usually I’d give him shit for being, well, f*cking Callum but there are more important things at the moment.

“Someone was following Nancy when she was walking home from work,” I say, not beating around the bush.

“Why was she walking home?”

“Because she’s Nancy and didn’t wait for me to pick her up.” I sigh.

“Okay, any details on who it was?”

“Not really, he was on the other side of the street and ducked every time she looked around. When she heard me she started running so I figured I’d go straight to her instead of going after the guy. Now I’m thinking I should have gone after him.”

“Leave it to me, I’ll take a look around and see if anyone’s there hanging around or anything that could help identify him.”

“Thanks, Brother. Still not willing to tell me wh-”

“Don’t start. If I’m not telling you it’s because I have a f*cking good reason not to,” I can hear anger building in his voice and I make a mental note not to ask when we’re both worrying about Nancy’s safety.

“Alright.”

“Keep her safe,” he says, his tone is weirdly soft. Worried Callum. Creepy.

“You know I always will.”

“Yeah, noticed that, years ago.”

“Low f*cking blow, Brother.”

“Sorry, she means a lot to me, not in the same way as she does to you but she still does.”

“Are you in love with her?” I have to ask because at this point I’m so confused by their relationship.

“No, don’t worry I love her but I’m not in love with her, I’m not going to try to steal her from you, she’s yours, always has been and always will be. I’ll go hunt that f*cker now,” he says before hanging up without giving me a chance to say anything else.

I haven’t heard from Callum yet, but I hope he managed to find the f*cker who was following Nancy home and beat him into the ground.

Nancy is still sound asleep next to me and I hate that I have to leave her, but we have a club meeting that I can’t miss. Even if I’m banned from going on location, I need to be kept up to date with what’s going on or I’ll go crazy.

I slowly and quietly get out of bed after kissing her shoulder. I sigh as I straighten up and feel my heart break a little when I see the scars scattered across her perfect body. She did mention that some of her clients were rough but she assured me that she wasn’t beaten. I’m not sure what those scars were made with, but it’s messing with my head trying to figure out what the hell happened. A part of me wants to know, but the other doesn’t want to know exactly how she got them. I felt sick last night when I first saw them. I didn’t want to mention anything to her because she was half asleep and I don’t know how she feels about them, but knowing that people hurt her for their own sexual gratification is f*cking killing me.

I pull the covers over her and leave a note on the nightstand by her phone.

My Gorgeous Girl,

Need to attend some club business. I’ll be back ASAP.

Stay safe. I don’t know if you can use it, but I’m leaving you a gun just in case you need it. I f*cking hope you won’t need it.

Ryan will be outside keeping a look out for you. If you need anything just message him, his number is in your phone. He knows the alarm code.

I love you my Gorgeous Girl.

Bennett aka Sir-Dicks-A-Lot

I smile to myself as I imagine her reaction to the nickname I’ve given myself, she’ll either laugh or cringe. I place my gun on the nightstand and dress quickly, making sure I don’t wake her up. Once I’m ready, I take a last glance at her sleeping form before going downstairs. I grab my keys and walk out the door, making sure I rearm the alarm before I leave.

“She’s still asleep?” Ryan asks noticing I’m on time and perfectly dressed for once.

“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth which has the little f*cker snorting. “Fuck off. I’ve left her my gun and told her to message you if she needs anything. Keep her safe and don’t try anything funny.” I glare at him.

“You know me.”

“That’s why I’m saying it. Keep her safe or you’re dead.” I look into his eyes for a few seconds before disappearing in the garage and climbing onto my bike.

“Ye of little faith.” He shakes his head.

“When it comes to Nancy, I don’t trust anyone.”

“Fair enough.” He nods and makes sure the garage door is closed before I drive away.

It feels like I’m leaving my whole heart behind in that bed as I drive away. I hate the feeling as much as I love it. Considering a f*cker was sent to follow Nancy and do f*ck knows what, I’m dreading today’s meeting. Usually my gut feelings are spot on and I really wish I’m wrong for once.



I drive the short way to the compound and park next to Gabe’s bike. I walk straight to the Chapel and see that most of the guys are already here.

“You look like shit,” Gabe kindly informs me.

“Didn’t sleep.”

“Why not? Something happened?” Ant asks.