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

As I’m about to make my way back up the stairs, I hear the sound of tires screeching against asphalt. I’m still too drunk and upset to really care what’s going on around me so I make my way back up the steps without paying any attention to it.

I barely make it up the second step when I feel a large gloved hand cover my mouth and a strong arm wrap around my waist. My arms are pinned to my sides and my attacker’s arm stops me from moving or putting up a fight. I still try to wriggle my way out of their hold but they’re too strong. I try to scream but their hand blocks any sound from leaving my mouth. I feel myself being carried away from the steps. I’m watching my life slowly vanish before my eyes and I’m terrified.

How ironic is it that I was fighting to be free from my life but now that it is happening, albeit in a way I didn’t plan or want, I desperately want to get back to it.

I feel myself flying through the air until I land with a loud thud in the back of a van. I quickly right myself and look at the man who grabbed me. I can’t make any of features thanks to the bright lights of the party lighting him from behind and his sunglasses that cover his eyes but he looks tall and ominous. I have no idea who he is, but it didn’t seem to be just a random pick of their victim. He slams the sliding door of the van closed, shutting me off from the only life I knew and didn’t want anymore.

While I panic about what to do and how to get out of this situation a large pair of hands grab hold of my arms, pulls them behind me and ties my wrists together. I try to scream before the van starts but the guy who grabbed me slips into the front passenger seat and turns around to look at me.

“I dare you to scream. You won’t like what we do to screamers.” He leers. I hear the van start and with every second that passes, pieces of my heart break off and disappear. “Blindfold and gag her.” My kidnapper orders from the front seat and whoever is sat back here with me immediately complies as my eyes are covered and something is shoved into my mouth. Now I can’t see, move or talk. I’m totally at their mercy. There is no sound other than the sound of the engine and the quietness allows me a minute to reflect on what’s happening. I’m certain that I have never met these men before and have no idea what they want from me. Is this a cruel prank orchestrated by my parents to teach me a lesson for disobeying them? Would they go this far to prove a point? I actually think they would.

I lose all notions of time and space as we drive. I spend my time trying to figure out why this was happening to me but I couldn’t prepare myself for what was about to come…





CHAPTER 1



Bennett

Growing up in an MC wasn’t easy. It’s a life that’s filled with drama, trauma, betrayal and death. It’s also definitely shaped me into the man I am today: the pig headed, foul mouthed, obnoxious son of a bitch that refuses to apologize for his behavior. However, the lifestyle does have its advantages; you get a huge ass family, more friends than you can count and there is always someone there when you need them.

I’ve had my share of drama that still haunts me to this day, but normally I’m a happy go lucky kind of guy. I don’t let things bother me that easily and I have my friends and their lovely significant others to keep me grounded. Plus, my life has been a breeze compared to some of the other members though but those stories are for another time and place.

For the first few years of my life, I grew up here in New Orleans within the Last Hangman and it was the best childhood any kid could wish for. I always had someone to play with, especially Viv. We spent out time together, even if she was torturing me with her tea parties.

I was crushed when my family decided to move away. It meant that not only would I lose my home, but my friends and family as well. Not that I was a shy kid, but it’s always hard to make new friends when you’re from out of town, add to that the fact that my parents were in an MC, it’s nigh on impossible.

Our first move was because my parents transferred to a chapter of the Last Hangman and then we moved again from chapter to chapter. I was too young to understand or even remember what made them want to pack it all in and move miles away from everything we knew. The only silver lining was that my parents became happier with each day that passed after leaving New Orleans.

Here’s a little recap of what we’ve been through these past couple of years.

Let’s take Ayden for starters. A f*cking psycho decided to take revenge on her. He kidnapped and raped her, scarring her so much that she flew halfway across the country to escape. Eventually, she came back and got together with Ant, but not without that same psycho returning once again for Ayden.

Charline caught the eye of a member of a rival MC killing someone when she was in College. He came back to haunt and hunt her, threatening her and her loved ones. It nearly cost her life and Aleck’s. Aleck was touch and go for a while, but the stubborn bastard pulled trough.

Then there’s Viv. I think she’s had it the toughest out of all of the spouses. Her parents were murdered, meaning that she had to live with her uncle, a member of yet another MC who wanted to marry her off to the worst club around to create an alliance. But her uncle’s plan backfired terribly and Viv’s twin sister, Annie, was killed in the process. Or so everyone thought. Viv travelled all over the country to escape those f*ckers before finally returning home to New Orleans. Gabe and Viv finally ended up together after years of repressing their feelings. Jared had to come back in Viv’s life one way or another, and Annie came back from the dead only to be killed by Viv a few minutes later.