Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(60)
“Fucking spill it then. Quickly,” I bark at Richard.
“Easy tiger.” He chuckles and he starts to circle me. “See, growing up I was a happy kid. It was just me and my parents, there was no bratty little brother cramping my style. I was a happy kid and loved growing up around the Last Hangman, well, until the day I was kidnapped,” he says calmly is if he just told me the sky was blue.
“What?” I ask dumbfounded.
“Oh yeah, I was part of the Last Hangman family, once, but those days are long gone now.”
“Who the f*ck kidnapped you and how come none of us know any of this?” Ant asks.
“I guess it was kept quiet and it was long before you guys were even born. The Last Hangman was a sworn enemy of the Satan’s Inferno’ back then, all because of one dumb bitch. See, the wife of our ex-Prez was in love with dear old Dad, but he didn’t want her. He was in love with Mom. At that time, the woman who had me taken wasn’t married to our ex-Prez but once she married into the MC, she set out to ruin our father’s life, which meant kidnapping his beloved child,” he says, almost sounding sad.
“What the f*ck does that have to do with me and Nancy? Why take her from me?” I ask, getting more confused and pissed off by the minute.
“I hated the people who took me. Hated them. I wanted them dead, but I couldn’t do anything about it, I was just a regular nine year old kid. All I wanted was to go back to my parents but that was never going to happen. The happy kid slowly disappeared and this guy standing in front of you was unleashed.” He points to himself with an evil look on his face and I feel a shiver run down my spine. “What you don’t know is that our parents had you to replace me, I had only been gone for a couple of years and they f*cking REPLACED me!” He roars, before taking a second to calm down. “My new ‘family’ kept me regularly updated on you guys, they showed me how happy our parents were once you arrived and how that happiness only grew as you did.
“The last nail in the coffin was when y’all moved away. You had a good life growing up with our parents whilst I was forced to do unspeakable things. I f*cking had to kill someone when I turned fifteen, as part of a right of f*cking passage as they called it! What do you think that did to me? I was angry at the world and everybody in it. I knew one day I’d get my revenge on you. You stole what I loved the most so I took what you loved most.
“But for me to be able to execute my plan, I had to become Prez and since I was VP at the time, all I had to do was kill the Prez and his wife and boom, I was in charge. Everybody already feared me so no one dared say anything. I mean if someone could just kill their Prez without blinking then what could they do to the rest of the MC? My plan fell into place perfectly after that.”
“You’re f*cking sick.” I groan.
“I’m sure we’d have been great friends if we were allowed to grow up together,” he says in a melancholic tone and I almost feel bad for him.
“You’ve killed women because they didn’t want to whore themselves out. You killed people in cold blood, you can’t blame it all on the fact that you were kidnapped. If you were actually a good person, you’d never have turned out this way; you’d have a f*cking conscience, you sick bastard. I’m glad you were taken away from my parents, it saved me from growing up with a f*cking psychopath like you. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t have a f*cking brother,” I say as calmly as I can despite the fact that my blood is like lava flowing through my veins.
“They all f*cking deserved to die, they were useless cunts.” He snarls. “Especially, sweet little Ashley.” He smirks and glances over to Ray who looks like he’s ready to kill him on the spot.
“You deserve to f*cking die,” I tell him without emotion.
“You wouldn’t kill your own brother. You don’t have the balls.” He chuckles creepily.
“Watch me.” I hold my fists up, ready to fight him the good old fashion way. “Come on, are you scared? Need your mommy and daddy, Dick?” I mock and he lunges at me. I quickly duck out of the way and for once in my life, I mentally thank Callum for sparring with me.
Richard removes his jacket and throws it to the ground, before squaring up to me. He’s bigger than me, but I’ve been training with Callum for years now and I know how to use my opponent’s weight against them. We both manage to land a couple of punches each, the sound of bones and knuckles cracking are the only thing that my brain registers. The world around us is tuned out; I have no idea what everyone else is doing, I’m only focused on taking this f*cker down. With a well-placed right hook, I manage to make him lose his balance and I take full advantage of it. I jump on top of him and punch his face over and over. He struggles against me and manages to punch me in the ribs, knocking the wind out of me. It’s his turn to take advantage of the situation and he rolls me over before wrapping his hands tightly around my neck. I try to push his arms off of me, but his strength is undeniable. I begin to feel faint rather quickly and everything around me starts to blur. I hear a lot of commotion and vaguely see Nancy and the girls being pushed out of the way out of the corner of my eye. Gunshots are exchanged and I find myself praying that none of the Hangman are getting hurt.
Just as I start to black out, the pressure around my throat loosens and he falls next to me, screaming in pain. I don’t know exactly what happened, but I’m thankful as f*ck for whoever caused it. I would have hated my last word to Nancy were the ones I said at the safe house and not that I loved her.