Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(68)
“I think you’ll enjoy where I’m taking you,” George interrupts my thoughts after getting in next to me.
“As long as there’s steak and mashed potatoes I’ll be fine,” I say flatly.
“You’re going to make this really difficult for me, aren’t you?”
“Look, I don’t know you but I hate my parents and I hate this situation. The man I love is currently lying in the hospital after lifesaving surgery and I’m being forced to marry you because if I don’t my mother will have him killed so excuse me if I’m not jumping for joy at the prospect of having dinner with you tonight, I have more important things to worry about. This life isn’t for me, it has never been and never will be so you better get used to it. Wanna get married for money? Good for you, but do not expect me to be a loving and complying wife. You as much as touch my thigh and I’ll scream bloody rape.” I threaten him with all the venom I can muster.
“Fair enough,” he says through tight lips. Ever the f*cking gentleman.
The rest of the evening was incredibly dull and uneventful. He kept to himself and we barely spoke two words to each other. Maybe my little speech earlier will make him change his mind about this whole thing. At least the food was good and they did have steak and mashed potatoes so that wasn’t too bad.
I spent the majority of the evening thinking about Bennett and how I made a mistake earlier by not telling him what I was doing. It might have been for his own protection, but it has left me fighting a battle all alone. Maybe I should have told Callum as a contingency plan because now I’m up shit creek without a paddle. I cannot believe I played into my mother’s hands like that; looking back, of course this is what she wanted. It’s so clear what she wanted and now I feel like a bloody sacrificial lamb, stuck in a situation I don’t want nor know how to get out of. The worst part of all of this is that I will never see Bennett or the others ever again.
CHAPTER 30
Bennett
It’s been two days since Nancy left me and they have been two of the worst days of my life.
You’d think that when she was taken away from me would be the worst, or strangling my brother to death would be but no, these past two days surpass these f*cked up moments. The previous time she was taken from me against her will and my brother was a psychotic bastard who deserved to die but this time, she left me willingly. Even though she wrote that she’ll always love me, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s gone. Callum doesn’t seem to know where she’s gone or is refusing to tell me. I’m not sure which is right but at least he’s been somewhat good company whilst I get over the shock.
I managed to make him tell me about their kiss and it was f*cking hilarious. Not the fact that they kissed, but him telling the story whilst looking embarrassed. That cheered me up for a minute. Usually he’s the epitome of ‘stone cold’, but when it comes to Nancy, he’s like a fluffy little bunny who’s unable to hide his feelings and emotions. He also corroborated Nancy’s story about them loving each like siblings, so I guess it’s time to lay that subject to rest. There’s still a little nagging voice in the back of my mind, telling me that there’s more to it because when it comes to Nancy, I do not share. Knowing he was spending time with her for five years when I had no idea if she was still alive doesn’t help the matter.
I’m not supposed to leave the hospital just yet, but I’ve had enough. I’m discharging myself and am out of here as soon as Nurse Charlotte comes back with my discharge papers. The doctors were being pains in my ass this morning, telling me that I should stay in and that I needed help to move around because I could really hurt myself and all that shit. But I can’t stay in here another minute, I need to find out what happened to Nancy. I feel like I’m in f*cking jail. I’m stuck in my room, lying in bed doing f*ck all and I hate it. At least at home I’ll be in my own bed or on the couch I’d find a way to move around, I’d even resort to using a wheelchair, anything to get out of here
I was surprised when Nurse Charlotte told me that she’d stop by mine every day before and after her shifts to check on me. I’m not sure if she’s doing it because she’s genuinely a nice person or because she wants something out of this. For all we know, she could be after information about Ryan for herself or even for someone else.
I’m currently sat on my hospital bed, desperately waiting for Callum to come pick me up and wish he’d f*cking hurry up. I’m pissed off and want out of this place. I need find my Gorgeous Girl. I get that she might need some time on her own, but now I’m getting worried that she’s not answering my messages or returning my calls. What could have I done that was so bad that would cause her to point blank ignore me? Surely it can’t be because I told her I needed some time to myself. If that’s the case then I need to f*cking get a hold of her and tell her that I made a mistake; I forgive her and need her in my life.
“Stop wallowing in self-pity, it’s not a good look on you,” I hear Callum say from the doorway.
“Fuck off,” I mumble and go to get up but he stops me.
“As much as I’d love to see you fall on your ass over after being such a bitch these past two days, you need to get your sorry ass into that wheelchair.” He points at the wheelchair that’s in front of me whilst glaring at me.