Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(72)

“What do you think you’re doing?” I try to sit up but he pushes me back down and lies between my legs.

“Fucking my fiancée, what do you think I’m doing?” He smirks and I shudder as I feel his semi-hard cock against my leg

“Get off me or I’ll scream,” I say, trying to keep my voice level.

“No one will come, Babe. Everybody knows we’re going to have sex tonight, they’ll just think we’re playing around like any young couple does.”

“You’re about to f*cking rape me, I wouldn’t call it playing around.”

“Who’s talking about rape? I know you want me, Baby.” He smirks and grinds his hips against my leg.

“I do NOT want you, not now, not ever so get the f*ck off me, NOW!” I yell at him and he does something I would never expect of him. He pulls out a knife from God knows where and presses it against my throat.

“You’re going to shut up now and play nice or I’ll slit your throat here and now. Maybe I’ll tell you parents that your little friend showed up and couldn’t stand the sight of you being happy with me so he killed you. We both know that our parents will believe me and we have more than enough money to silence the cops.”

“You disgust me.” I spit in his face which earns me a backhand to the face.

“Shut the f*ck up and be the good little whore you are.” He snarls and grabs a condom from his pocket. He tries to roll it down his cock with one hand as he holds the knife to my throat with the other, I take a chance and grab the lamp that’s on the nightstand and smash it against his head with all my power. I don’t manage to knock him out, but he does lose his balance which gives me a chance to make a run for it. I push him off of me, grab the knife and run out of the room. I rush down the stairs, taking two at a time whilst being careful not to fall over. It’s the middle of the night so no one is awake which works in my favor and I might be able to sneak out without being noticed.

“Nancy get back here now!” I hear being shouted from behind me, but I don’t turn around, I have to keep going. Just as I make it to the front door George grabs my arms and spins me around so I’m facing him. He shoves me against the door and covers my mouth to stop my screams before pressing himself into me. He gasps as his body collides with mine. He backs away from me and looks down at his stomach to see a growing red spot appear on his white dress shirt. “You f*cking bitch.” He tries to reach for me and leans on me. The smell of him reminds me of my first client and I lose it.

“I told you I didn’t want you. You should have listened to me.” Something inside me makes me snap. I don’t know if it’s the memories of that man or the fight or flight instinct, but I can’t let him take advantage of me, not again. I push him off of me and he loses his balance. He’s on his back, gasping for air, holding onto his chest and side. Sweat is forming on his forehead as his face pales. He lifts his hand, reaching for me, begging me with his eyes to help him, but I simply don’t care. I guess he was right about one thing, I am a biker bitch, I’ve spent the past five years around bikers, good and bad, my version of what is unacceptable is different than anybody else’s. I look him in the eye, a smirk playing on my lips before slitting his throat. “That’s for threatening to slit my throat, you vile bastard.” I watch as he slowly loses consciousness. I check his pulse and feel it slowing down and losing strength. I wait a few more seconds to be sure before checking his pockets for his phone and make my escape.

In hindsight, I should have taken his car keys because I’m running down the private road that leads to the mansion from the main road. I’m wearing short heels, but it’s f*cking hard to run in any kind of heels. I’m already out of breath but am too scared to check if anyone is following me. As I run for my life, I unlock his phone and congratulate myself on being nosy and spying his password earlier today. I click on the phone app and dial Callum’s number. I congratulate myself once again for actually remembering his number as I wait for him to pick up. Calling him is a long shot because he is terrible at picking up but he’s the only number I can think of right now.

“Hello?”

“Callum!” I exclaim.

“Nancy? Where the f*ck are you?” he asks, sounding worried.

“Long story, I’m in my hometown. Is there any chance you could come and get me?”

“What the f*ck have you done? Why did you go back?” he scolds me and I feel like a child being told off for putting their hand in the cookie jar.

“Long story, I’m in f*cking trouble are you or are you not able to come pick me up?”

“I’m ten minutes away, can you hang in there for ten minutes?”

“Wait, what? New Orleans is not ten mi-”

“Who says I’m in New Orleans?” He chuckles darkly.

“Bennett.” I sigh and smile to myself.

“Yeah, he called me straight after your mother told him that you were getting engaged. He’s in a bad shape, Nance.” He sighs.

“What do you mean?” I slow down as I reach the end of the lane and hit the main road.

“Ant called me earlier, he’s drinking himself into oblivion and tried to bite Nurse Charlotte when she was trying to change his bandages. He’s a mess without you Nance.”

“Bite her? What the f*ck? Isn’t he still in the hospital? He should know that I wouldn’t do that to him! The f*cking bastard.” How could he not know that I was coming back to him?