Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(63)

As I’m wondering whether to forgive her or not, she climbs onto the bed and wraps her small body around my larger frame. I hear her start to cry and it breaks my heart. She moves off of the bed but I can still hear her crying so she must be close by. I want to wake up, but my eyes are being uncooperative bastards and refuse to open. I try to move, but my limbs won’t get with the memo. She cries for a while and I’m struggling to wake up, I don’t want her crying by herself. I hear Callum walk in and start to reassure her. It clearly does the trick because her crying stops and they begin talking quietly. I’m still not sure if they are hiding the fact that they f*cked from me or not. I hear her say ‘What would I do without you?’ to Callum and I know it’s time to open my eyes. As my eyes adjust to the light I see them hug and my visions turns red. I want to get up and punch him, but the pain in my side is too much. They jump as they hear my croaky voice before telling me to take it easy. It’s not like I have much choice in the matter. I’m desperate to go back to sleep, but I need to talk to Nancy. Callum understands this and leaves us to it. Nancy tries to prolong the inevitable by trying to call the nurse, but I quickly stop her.

“Why?” I ask as she looks anywhere but at me. “Why, Nancy? Out of all the people I know I thought you’d be the one who’d tell me something like that?” I look at her with hurt and confusion in my eyes.

“I didn’t want to throw this information at you. I wasn’t even sure if you knew you had a brother. Do you think it was easy for me to keep it from you?” she exclaims and tears start to form in the corners of her eyes.

“It looked easy enough, you managed to keep it from me until I saw him with my own eyes.” I scowl at her. I don’t want to be this mad at her, but she kept something so important from me, if she can do it this one time, it’ll be easy for her to do it again.

“It killed me to keep it from you. I was scared that if I told you, you’d think I was making it up to protect someone else or something. The longer I waited the harder it became to tell you and then I started to think that you’d hate me if you found out before I could tell you,” she says and she starts to pace along the side of the bed.

“Were you ever planning on telling me?”

“I wanted to, you have no idea how much I wanted to, but it wasn’t my place. I didn’t know what had happened to him and what made him turn out that way. I just knew that you two were brothers and that he was the President of Satan’s Infernos.”

“Did you know why he took you?”

“No, I only found that out when you did. I really had no idea, up until that point I still thought it was because of my parents and the fact that he was your brother was an odd coincidence. Not all of it makes sense to me, to be honest. There are so many details that are missing,” I say confused.

“You and me both. And it turns out it was my fault, if I hadn’t have chosen the bedroom opposite yours he would never have targeted you. You were an innocent bystander in all of this, you shouldn’t have had that kind of shit thrown at you. You deserved a gentleman who would give you the perfect happy life and instead you got a biker boyfriend whose psychotic, jealous brother decided to kidnap you so he could make money from your body. I’m so sorry I brought you into this life.” My speech comes out in one long ramble and the lack of oxygen makes me feel a little dizzy.

“For f*ck’s sake Bennett! This wasn’t your fault; did you know you had a brother? No. Did you know said brother would be crazy and in charge of a terrible MC? No, of course you didn’t, so don’t go giving me that ‘woe is me’ bullshit, you are just as innocent in this as I am. And screw the perfect gentleman, if history is anything to go by, they are the worst kind of man behind closed doors,” she says getting herself worked up.

“I’m no better.” I sigh.

“Yes, you are. You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met and I know you would never hurt me,” she says in a soft voice.

“That’s because I love you.”

“I love you too.” She walks over to me with hope in her eyes.

“I-”

“Yes?”

“I’m not sure if I can forgive you just yet, Nancy. It’s still so raw at the moment, I haven’t had time to process it all. I don’t hate you and hell, I’m not even mad at you anymore. I just need some time to wrap my head around the fact that the only person I’ve ever been in love with hid something so huge from me. I’m sorry,” I say with sadness lacing my voice.

“It’s fine. I get it.” She nods and pinches her lips together, no doubt trying to hold back the tears that have resurfaced in her eyes.

“Please don’t cry,” I beg her.

“I’m not. I’m fine” She tries to force a smile on her face, but a single tear rolls down her cheek. Fuck, I can’t bear to see her cry.

“Come here.” I hold my arm out to her, she takes my hand and sits on the edge of the bed. “You’re going to have to work with me here.” I let out a tight laugh as I drape my arm around her back. She leans forward and we hug awkwardly. Not because the situation is awkward, but because the tube in my hand and the wound on my side are making it very difficult and painful to hug her properly. “You’ll always be my Gorgeous Girl.”

“Fuck you, Bennett.” She chuckles but it comes out as a sob and she starts crying.