Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(52)

“You’re so f*cking frustrating sometimes.” He stares at me.

“Oh shh, you love me.”

“To a certain extent.”

“What are you two up to? Confessing your love for each other?” A very pissed off Bennett asks from the doorway to my right.

“Not what you think, Bennett.” I smile at him before getting up and walking over to him.

“Yeah, right.” He glares at me. Oh for God’s sake!

“You have two options. You can either believe me because you know that I love you and only you and then kiss me, or you can go moan in the corner. What is it gonna be?” I cross my arms over my chest and scowl at him. He casts a murderous glance at Callum before giving in and kisses me.

“Smart decision, Brother,” Callum says as he gets up from the couch and walks in our direction.

“Yeah, don’t tell my woman that you love her even if it is ‘to a certain extent’, I’ll punch you in the throat next time.”

“I’d love to see that.” Callum smirks before kissing the side of my head and walking out the front door.

“Fucker,” Bennett mumbles which makes me giggle.

“How was your day?”

“Same shit, different day.” He shrugs and pulls me flush to his body. “Did you have fun shopping?”

“Yeah, it was fun. The girls are awesome.” I smile.

“I’m glad you all get along, it’s reassuring,” he murmurs against my neck.

“I’m glad too. As you might remember growing up I only really had one friend other than you.”

“The quantity doesn’t matter, it’s the quality of the friendship that’s important and you’ve found four of the best friends you could ever ask for.”

“Everybody has been really amazing and friendly. It feels good to have so many people around, weirdly.”

“Why is it weird?” He looks shocked.

“My life has always been a case of having more people around meant more work and more people to please and more chances to f*ck it up. The least amount of people my parents had to deal with, the better.” I shrug.

“Makes sense. At least you have a new family now.” He beams.

“And I’m so grateful for that.” I kiss him softly.

“So, what’s for dinner?” he asks and pats his stomach.

“I’m craving a big steak.”

“I’ve got one for you right here,” he declares as he grabs his package.

“Oh my God, Bennett. You’re a f*cking pervert!” I shake my head and slap his chest.

“And don’t you forget it and don’t act like you don’t love it.” He chuckles and kisses me. “I’m going to grab a quick shower.”

“Righto.” I watch him walk away, tilting my head as I appreciate the greatness that is Bennett’s ass clad in tight jeans.

As I finish cutting up the potatoes and vegetables for dinner, my cell phone rings in my pocket. I put the tray in the oven and set the timer before pulling my phone out and answering. I don’t bother checking the caller ID but once I hear the voice on the other end of the line I know I should’ve.

“Hello?” I answer and lodge the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I start to make a salad.

“Nancy?” I freeze with the spoons in midair as I hear that voice.

“Mother?” I drop the spoons and grab a hold of the phone before I drop it in the bowl.

“It’s so good to hear your voice, my Darling,” she sings down the phone with a voice that’s full of fake happiness.

“What do you want?” I spit.

“Aren’t you happy to hear from me? We haven’t talked in years, Nancy. We were so worried about you!” I don’t believe one word that comes out of that woman’s mouth and I just want this conversation to end right now.

“Not particularly, I mean you did bury me after all.” I snarl.

“That’s not a tone you should use when talking to your mother.”

“Big f*cking deal, what do you want?” I ask, really not caring what she thinks about my ‘tone’.

“Your father and I want you back. That’s why we asked Bennett to find you, obviously he didn’t think of telling us he found you. Not that we could ever trust him. He is a filthy criminal after all.” The way she talks about Bennett makes me want to crawl down the phone and punch her in her judgmental face.

“Why the hell did you call in him in the first place if you didn’t trust him then?” I scoff.

“Do not talk to your mother like that.” She scolds me.

“Look, Mother, I’m past caring about your bullshit. Things have happened and I’m different now, I’m not the sweet little girl you thought I was when I was growing up. I’m a twenty three year old woman who wants to live her life with her boyfriend and friends. I was robbed of five f*cking years of my life, don’t you think I deserve some happiness?” I yell at her.

“You do, and you should do it by spending time with your real family and not those animals. I’ve seen what they get up to. They’re no better than the ones who took you!” she exclaims.

“How would you know? And how did you get my number?”

“I hired someone else to look for you, I knew I couldn’t trust Bennett,” she says his name with such disgust that I want to see her just so I can hit her.