Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(71)
“Don’t f*cking test me, Callum.”
“Just messing with you.” He chuckles.
“Go get my woman, please.” I beg him.
“You got it, we’ll be back in the next two days.”
“Why so long?”
“I’m including an extra day because she’s a woman and will want to go to the bathroom every f*cking hour.” It’s his turn to groan.
“True that.” I laugh before wincing.
“Take care of yourself,” he says before hanging up.
I can’t believe what’s f*cking happening. If Callum doesn’t bring Nancy back I might have to kill him myself for failing her. The best part of me is missing and I have to rely on someone else to get her back. She’s my Gorgeous Girl, she’s supposed to be by my side, not with some conservative, stuck up, rich f*cker.
CHAPTER 31
Nancy
The Next Day
Yesterday was a f*cking nightmare. It was worse than when I was back at the Infernos’ compound. It might sound like I’m exaggerating, but I’m really not.
The more hours I spend in my mother’s company the more obvious it is that my mother and Richard are pretty much the same person. They’re both controlling douchebags who use their girls for money without a care about the consequences or the poor girl being used. The only difference is that one is my own mother. She’s marrying me off to someone I don’t know, don’t love and never will, for her own personal benefit. At least Richard was just sending us out to f*ck and come back.
My mother is throwing shit at me left, right and center every five minutes and my head is spinning from it all. I’ve been told that I have to get pregnant within the next six months, despite me clearly telling her that I wasn’t even sure if I could still have kids with what I’ve been through.
Her rules are absolutely ridiculous. As if it wasn’t enough that the threat over Bennett is still very much in place, I’m not allowed to have contact with anyone outside of my parents and my fiancé. I’m only allowed out of the house when my mother is with me, like my own personal bodyguard, except she’s not protecting me, she’s making sure I don’t make a run for it. I wish I had a way to contact Bennett, I tried to ask George for a phone, but he must have known what I wanted it for because he refused to let me borrow his. I’ve tried to make it hard for him by acting like spoilt brat and be the whiniest bitch I could be by making odd requests every two minutes, but he doesn’t care who he marries as long as his fortune increases. He’s no better than my mom, just seemingly nicer on the surface.
The God awful engagement party just ended and I’m left with a massive, obnoxious rock on my ring finger and a feeling of emptiness. We’re all staying in George’s parents’ mansion for the night and while the place looks amazing, it feels like another prison.
I’m sat on George’ bed, looking around, feeling so out of place when he walks into the room.
“Relax, you should be happy and celebrating.” He smiles at me but it looks more like a leer.
“Did you hit your head at some point during that party or did you forget that I want nothing to do with any of this?”
“How could I forget when you keep reminding me?” He raises a perfectly groomed eyebrow at me, mocking me.
“And yet I have to keep repeating myself because you can’t seem to get it into your thick skull.”
“Just trying to help you see things my way, this can be beneficial to both of us. We don’t have to be faithful, we can have fun on the side as long as it stays private so no one will question our marriage.” He shrugs before he sips his Cognac. It smells vile and reminds me of whenever Richard would come around to visit us. He’d dress up in his trademark leather pants and just his cut on top, prancing around our hallway with a glass full of Cognac.
“Fuck that. This wedding isn’t happening, trust me.”
“Why? Do you really think your little biker boyfriend is going to come and rescue you? He knows you’re engaged, Babe. He’s not going to come.” He smirks and my face falters. Now Bennett might not be coming, but if Bennett knows, then he might have sent Callum. I bloody hope he has.
“He might not be coming himself, but one of his brothers might and want to know something? If he sends the one I’m thinking of, then I don’t think you’ll be around for much longer.” I shrug and get up to go get myself something to eat. I need proper food. I don’t get why posh people eat those tiny portions of food, you’re only going to need a McDonald’s to fill you half an hour later.
“Don’t you dare threaten me,” he hisses in my ear as he puts his hand across the door, blocking my exit.
“It’s not a threat, it’s the truth and I’d like to go get something to eat so please remove your hand.” I glance at him sideways, feeling way too close to him for comfort.
“No way. I know what you’re really up to.” He grabs my wrists and half drags me back towards the bed.
“Oh really? And what might that be besides getting a drink and some food?”
“You’re going to try to run away,”
“You really think you know me that well?” I laugh.
“Oh yeah, you’re a spoilt biker bitch who’s worth f*ck all. First chance I get, you’ll be the one six feet under.” He pushes me onto the bed and undoes his pants. “I’ll teach you to defy me.” Suddenly my very first client comes to my mind and I freeze. I promised myself that I’d never let it happen to me again. I don’t want this man and there’s no f*cking way I’m letting him go any further, I will not be the victim again.