Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(76)

“Can you forgive me for failing you?” he asks.

“You don’t need to be forgiven; I never blamed you.”

“I need to hear you say it.”

I groan. “I forgive you Bennett.”

“Thank you.” He wraps his arms around me and rests his head on my shoulder.

“My pleasure, Bennett.”

He pulls away from me and looks at me with adoration on his face which makes my heart flutter.

“Be my wife,” he blurts out suddenly.

“What?” I ask shocked beyond belief, this is the last thing I expected him to ask. “Be my wife.” He repeats with a grin wider than a kid on Christmas morning.

“Are you sure?” I ask, I need to know he means it.

“Stop asking questions and just say yes.” He chuckles.

“Yes, I’ll be your wife.”

“Wahey! I’m getting married.” He chuckles before pulling me close to him and kissing me deeply and passionately. Only Bennett.

“Are you sure you’re not going to regret asking me tomorrow morning when you’ve sobered up and had time to think about it? Did you literally just decide to randomly propose?” I chuckle.

“Never and yeah, felt like the perfect time, almost naked in the shower, you still covered in the enemy’s blood and me half drunk and wounded. Perfect timing.” He smirks rather proud of himself.

Nothing that Bennett does should surprise me, but he still manages to. I’m glad he asked me in the way he did, it made our reunion even more special, especially after we felt like we had lost the other forever.





CHAPTER 32



Bennett

“Come ooooooon! I’m starving! You’re supposed to take care of me and feed me, I’m wounded! Take care of me!” I whine from my spot on the couch in the living room that I haven’t moved from all day. I hear Nancy’s sweet laugh sound from the kitchen and it’s like music to my ears.

“I’ve already told you five times, dinner will be ready soon. Stop whining or no dessert for naughty Bennett,” she pokes her head round the doorframe and threatens me.

“What’s for dessert?”

“Red Velvet donuts and me.”

“Shutting up right now!” I grin innocently at her and she returns to the kitchen. I have no idea what she’s making but it smells like freaking heaven. Luckily I don’t have to wait long before she comes back with two full plates.

“There you go,” she sings as she sets the plates down on the coffee table in front of me.

“Fuck yes!” I groan and sit up carefully. “Finally.”

“I promise you won’t get any dessert if you keep it up.”

“For such a hot person, you are incredibly annoying, you know that?” I huff and start eating. “But thank you for cooking my favorite dinner.” I smile gratefully at her.

“My pleasure. How are you feeling?”

“Still fine since the last time you asked.” I roll my eyes, she’s been asking me this every hour on the hour. I’m not sure how she thinks I could have hurt myself when I haven’t moved an inch all day.

“Just making sure you’re alright.”

“Thank you, my Gorgeous Girl,” I lean over to quickly kiss her shoulder before returning to my food.

“Do you really have to go back to the compound tomorrow?”

“Yeah, there’s club business to discuss.” I shrug. “Why?”

“I just don’t want you to overexert yourself.”

“It’s not like I’m going out on club business, we’re just meeting in the Chapel for a talk.”

“Alright, just be careful.”

“I will, I promise.” I smile, loving the fact that she wants to make sure I’m safe.

“Thank you.” She leans over and kisses me softly.

“It’s fine.” I smile and caress her lower back. “Remember the first time you snuck out of the house to meet me?”

“If I remember correctly, I was the one who suggested we meet in the park.”

“Yes, you did, you little rebel.” I tease her.

“I’ll always remember that day. What made you think of it?” she asks sounding confused.

“Remember the last thing I told you before we walked home?” She looks at me with a puzzled expression before a dazzling smile spread over her beautiful lips.

“How could I forget!” She smiles wickedly.

I walk out of the house a few minutes before midnight. My parents are fine with me going out late, as long as I don’t cause any problems they don’t care. Besides I have a date with the beauty next door, wild dogs couldn’t keep me away.

I sit on the edge of one of the sides of the gazebo and light up a cigarette. I’m a few minutes early so I can catch a glimpse of her when she thinks no one can see her. Unfortunately for me, she spots me before I see her.

“Hey you,” I hear her sweet voice call from behind me.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I hold my hand to my chest, willing my heart to slow down.

“Never.” She frowns and joins me in the gazebo. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to come.”

“Why not? I told you I’d be here.”