Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(73)

“Tell me about it. That’s Bennett and his logic for you. You leaving him with just that note drove him over the edge, combine that with the alcohol he’s been consuming and the painkillers, then you get the state he’s in now.”

“Fuck. I’m not at my parents at the minute; I’ll text you the address. I’m about to run out of battery.”

“Okay, Nance. Stay safe.” He hangs up and I quickly text him the address and where I’d be specifically before tossing the phone into the small river that separates the property from the main road.

I walk down the road until the house is out of my sight, just in case someone decides to come out and look for me. I sit on a big rock that’s on the side of the road. I take off my shoes and throw them to the side wishing that I could do the same with my bloodied clothes. What I just did keeps playing on my mind and I start to shake. I just took someone’s life. I never thought I’d ever be able to do that. What if there’s cameras in the house? They’ll be able to see me killing George. Will they tell the police? Am I going to prison? Worse, are my parents going to make good on their threat and have Bennett killed?

Luckily a black pickup truck comes to a stop by me, saving me from my thoughts. Callum jumps down from the driver’s seat and looks around before spotting me.

“Fucking hell, what the f*ck happened to you?” He rushes over to me and helps me stand me up before checking me for wounds.

“It’s not my blood, Callum.”

“Wanna talk about it?” he asks as he takes off his jacket and drapes it across my shoulders.

“Not here, we should go.” He nods as he helps me walk over to the car and climb up into the cab. He jogs around to the driver’s seat and speeds off in the direction of home.

We drive in silence and I can feel the tension emanating from Callum. He doesn’t press me for details, but I can tell that he’s desperate to know what happened.

“My fiancé threatened me with a knife and tried to force himself onto me. I hit him in the head with a lamp, stole the knife from him and ran. When he caught up to me and pushed me against the front door, the knife went in. Then I slit his throat,” I say flatly.

“Fuck, Nance.”

“I know.” I rub my face.

“Don’t worry, we won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Thank you. How’s Lewis?”

“Dead,” he answers monotonously.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No, want to stop somewhere?” he asks, squeezing my thigh to provide some comfort.

“Yes, home, where Bennett is.” I place my hand on his and squeeze it in silent support. Even if he acts like he doesn’t care about Lewis, I know he’s going to feel responsible for her death.

“That’s my girl.” I can hear the smile in his voice and he puts the pedal to the metal.



Once I told Callum that I wanted to go home, he didn’t hesitate and broke every speed limit between Pinehurst and New Orleans. It’s a good thing there weren’t any cops on our way or we’d have been arrested on the spot which considering the state I’m in, would be a worst case scenario. Not much was said during the trip, besides Callum asking me every half hour if I wanted to stop somewhere. I threatened him after the tenth time that if he kept asking we’d be stopping for him after I punch him in the nose. The only time we stopped was to get gas.

While Callum was filling up the tank, I went quickly to the bathroom. I don’t usually notice people’s reactions to my appearance, but the look on some people’s faces as I walked through the station to get to the bathroom was priceless. I washed off some of the blood in the sink, but I didn’t get is all off because I didn’t want to waste any more time. I need to get to Bennett. What Callum said about Bennett drinking himself into oblivion has made me desperate to get to him. He should know better by now, especially after spending three days in a coma and suffering a punctured lung! We’re about thirty minutes from Bennett’s and every mile we travel has me felling more and more anxious. I’m not sure in what state we’ll find Bennett in.



As Callum pulls up in front of Bennett’s house, I jump out of the truck before it even stops and run to the front door.

“Hurry up! I don’t have the key.” I groan in frustration as Callum takes his sweet ass time following me.

“Keep your panties on, for f*ck’s sake.” He shakes his head as he walks over and unlocks the door for me.

“Thanks.” I push the door open and rush in. I’m shocked when I walk in, I wasn’t expecting to see Nurse Charlotte here, bent over Bennett. “Is he okay?”

“Just passed out drunk. I’m grateful really, it saves me risking a finger because he’s a big wuss.” She chuckles.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry about that.” I walk further into the living room and look around. The place is an absolute mess with empty beer and whiskey bottles everywhere. He must have thrown up somewhere because the place reeks of vomit. “How’s he doing?”

“Physically, he’s recovering well, better than I thought he would. But mentally, he’s struggling” She stands up and takes off her gloves.

“Fucking hell Bennett, what did you do to yourself?” I sigh and look down at his unconscious form on the couch.