Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(46)
Jase’s method of getting the truth out of people might work with most but it certainly doesn’t with this f*cker. Seeing just him suffer isn’t enough for retribution, not after what he tried to do to Nancy. I grab an EpiPen and jam it in his thigh before injecting its contents.
For a minute, I think I’ve waited too long, but it takes longer than I thought to bring someone back. I grin when I see the look of horror on his face.
“Didn’t think I was done with you already did you?” I sneer and grab a pair of shears. “Ready to talk yet?” I ask as I wave them in front of his face. He shakes his head, clearly too weak to talk, but I don’t care.
I spend the next hour cutting each of his fingers off, slowly and painfully. The sound and feel of his bones crushing under the pressure send delightful shivers down my spine. Call me a sick f*cker, but Nancy’s life is at risk and there is nothing I wouldn’t do to ensure her safety.
I’m starting to lose myself in this sick and twisted version of me and right now I don’t recognize who I am. Gone is the happy-go-lucky Bennett and is his place is a cold, heartless and soulless bastard. I grab the pliers from the table and walk back to him. I pry open his reluctant mouth and smile when I see his eyes widen in terror. I, very slowly, extract every single one of his teeth. I pull his head forward so he doesn’t choke on his own blood that is gushing out of his empty gums. This bastard dies when I say so and not a minute before!
I put his fingers and teeth in a bag as I watch him lose his fight. I slap him a couple of times to bring him back for one last blow as I know I’ll never get anything out of him. He weakly opens his eyes and I place my gun against his head just above his eyes so he can see my finger on the trigger.
“Goodbye, motherf*cker.”
I pull the trigger and his head snaps back as blood and brain matter are splattered all over the back wall. I smirk sadistically at the scene in front of me.
I’m lost in my dark and twisted thoughts when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I snap out of my trance and turn to see Gabe looking at me with judgement in his eyes.
“She’s waiting for you upstairs,” is all he says and he immediately turns around and leaves like he can’t bear to be in the same room as me. I sigh and rub my face, smearing the blood of the man who tried to take Nancy away from me again all over it. The blood of my enemy. I don’t know if I should go up and see her after what I’ve just done but my feet seem to have a mind of their own and I’m walking upstairs, wiping my hands on my jeans and my face with my shirt.
The look on her face when she sees me breaks my heart. It’s full of hate, rage and disgust, and I put it there.
“What the f*ck happened down there?” she exclaims.
“You don’t want to know.” I say coldly.
“Don’t you dare act like this with me.” She walks up to me and holds my cold gaze.
“Act like what?”
“Like I’m nothing to you. I might not know what you’ve just done or what you’ve been going through all these years but don’t think you’ll be able to push me away by acting like a dickhead to me.”
“You really don’t want to know.”
“Yes. I. Do.” She grabs a hold of my hand and starts walking in the direction of the stairs. I hesitate, but she pulls on my arm. I sigh and decide against my better judgement to go with her.
She walks us upstairs and into the room she was staying in before. God that feels like ages ago. She slowly strips me out of my blood stained clothes and forces me into the bathroom, not without taking a quick glance at my dick.
She turns on the water in the shower and pushes me in. I keep a hold of her hand, half pulling her into the shower with me. I can’t have any distance between us at the minute, if there is then I feel like there might always be a gap between us.
“Take a shower with me,” I say.
“You’ll have to let go of my hand if you want that.” She looks at our hands as I let go slowly.
“I don’t deserve you,” I mumble.
“Oh really? And why is that?” she asks with a voice full of attitude as she slowly starts stripping.
“Because I’m a bad man.”
“We’ve had this conversation many years ago. Shut up and have your shower. You have me naked in a small, confined place. Enjoy this time, it won’t happen any time soon if you keep being this moody, you’re worse than a PMSing woman.” She shakes her head and I smile. My Gorgeous Girl knows how to make me smile and bring me back from cold and heartless Bennett.
“I love you.” I pull her into my arms and she kisses the middle of my chest, resting her head there.
“I love you too, even if you’re a dick sometimes.”
“You love my dick.” I chuckle and kiss the top of her head.
“Can’t say that I remember it that well.” She shrugs and I squeeze her ass, happy that she’s not wincing anymore whenever I touch it.
“You know you just have to say the word and I can refresh your memory.” I smile and kiss her lips softly before resting my forehead against hers.
She pulls out of my grip and starts to wash the blood off of my chest and arms. Whilst it might seem disgusting given what I just did but this is the happiest I’ve felt in a long time. I have my Nancy back, the fact that she’s naked is just a plus.