Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(69)

“You’re too kind to me.” I scoot over to the edge of the bed and let Callum help me into the chair.

“I know. If Nancy comes back, I’m kicking her ass,” he mumbles.

“If?” I turn to look at him and wince as I feel my stitches pull. “Fuck.”

He shakes his head at me. “As I said, I don’t know where she is or how long she’ll be gone for.”

“I know that you know more than you’re letting on, but since you’re the one driving me home I’ll stop with the nagging for now.”

“Smart decision, Kid.”

“Don’t f*cking call me kid, Grandpa.” I snicker and he smacks the back of my head.

“Oi! Wounded patient here.”

“Fuck off,” he mumbles and starts wheeling me out of my hospital prison.

Nurse Charlotte stops us as we’re about to go out.

“You need to sign these first,” She hands me discharge papers and I quickly sign them. “Here are your prescriptions, follow the instructions to the letter, I know how many there are and I’ll come by twice a day so don’t try anything funny. I’m not stupid and I know what the pills look like.” She instructs and glares at me as she shakes a couple of bottles of pills in her hand.

“Pinky promise.” I grin and hold my pinky finger up to her.

“Go on, make fun of me,” she says with a hint of sadness in her voice.

“I’m not making fun of you, Doll. Thank you for doing this for me, even though I don’t know why you’re doing it.”

“Because I’m a nice person and it’s kind of my job to help everyone,” she states matter of factly.

“You don’t know me, Doll.” I look up at her, holding her gaze.

“I know you more than you think.” She smirks. “You have a follow up appointment in ten days. If one of your friends can’t bring you then call me and I’ll come and pick you up. Drive safely, Callum.” She smiles and turns around after handing Callum a bag with my prescriptions.

“That was weird,” I say.

“You don’t say, I can’t stand happy people, they creep me out.”

“Aww, big bad Callum is scared of little Nurse Charlotte.” I chuckle and earn myself another slap on the back of my head.

“Fuck off,” he mumbles as he wheels me out of the hospital and towards his truck. He helps me into the passenger seat and then we’re on our way to my place.



Callum bundles me through my front door and half shoves, half drops me onto the couch. My heart drops seeing Nancy’s hoodie resting on the back of the armchair in the living room and there’s a couple of ornaments dotted around the place that she bought when she was shopping with the girls. I smile at one of the few pictures of us from five years ago but the happy feeling is soon replaced with heartache as I realize she’s really gone. She’s not going to walk through the door tonight after her shift as Viv’s. She’s never going to walk through the door again.

This house feels empty.

I feel empty.

I miss her so f*cking much.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” I ask and look up at Callum.

“Stop overthinking. If she wants to be with you, she’ll be back.” He disappears into the kitchen for a second and reappears with two beers.

“What if someone’s taken her again and they made her write that note?”

“God you can be stupid sometimes. She handed me the note herself jackass. She didn’t seem scared or anything so stop worrying. She’ll be back, I guess she needs time too,” he says, sounding fed up with me already.

“Do you think it’s because I told her I couldn’t forgive her yet?”

“You f*cking what?” he bellows.

“She hid the truth about my brother from me, what reaction did you expect from me? Stupid old Bennett to just forgive and forget at the fire of a gun.” I glare at him.

“So you can forgive me but not her? She’s your f*cking woman, *! She’s finally back in your life and still loves you for some unknown reason and you go and do something as stupid as telling her that you’re not sure if you can forgive her? You need a f*cking good kick in the balls and a brain transplant,” he yells at me and I realize what I’ve done.

“Fuck! I’ve ruined it all.” I groan and throw my head against the back of the couch after downing half of my beer.

“You might have.” He sighs.

“Have you managed to get a hold of her yet?”

“No. She must be ignoring our calls. Did you put a tracker in her phone?”

“Yes, you are a f*cking genius!” I grab my phone and click on the app that tracks the chip I put into her phone when I gave it to her. It’s messed up that we have to do this, but we’d do anything to protect our women.

“Like I need you to confirm it.” He smirks at me.

“Show off.”

“Not at all, just speaking the truth. Found her?”

“Yeah, she’s in…oh for f*ck’s sake,” I roar and try to get up.

“What?” He looks at me confused.

“She’s at her f*cking parents’ house!”

“Type their address in my phone, if none of us hear from her by tonight then I’m driving there. You stay here.”