Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(82)

Bennett and I announced our engagement as soon as we came back from his parents and everybody was so happy for us. I finally felt like I had a family. They were incredibly welcoming on my first night with them but knowing they are happy for us and consider me as one of their own is just overwhelming. When Bennett was fit to walk around and do a bit more, they put together a party for us. We celebrated my come back, the engagement and Bennett’s recovery all at the same time, although they seem to love getting together just for the sake of it.

I did struggle for a while, and still do some days, with the fact that I killed George. I never thought I’d ever kill someone but it seemed like my only solution at the time. I don’t feel any remorse about it; however I was and am still scared about being caught. But I haven’t had a visit from the cops and both mine and his parents haven’t tried to get in contact with me which is quite shocking. I was sure they were going to hunt me down and drag me back no matter what, but there’s been nothing. I’m grateful, but for a while I felt like I had Damocles sword hanging over my head, ready to fall at any moment. That was until two weeks ago when I found out that my parents were victims of a terrible car crash and didn’t make it. I can’t say I was upset about it, they’re now one less thing for me to worry about. I still wonder if someone I know caused the crash, and by someone I mean Callum. I asked him about it, but he just gave me a look which told me to drop it, so I did.

Callum, my poor Callum.

He still refuses to talk about Lewis’ death and even though he won’t admit that he had feelings for her, I can see that something is playing on his mind. Usually, he would talk to me about it, but he’s been avoiding having any kind of serious talk with me recently which is worrying me. I need to know he’s okay; we’ve shared so much with each other that not talking like we used to anymore is seriously worrying. I try not to let it get to me, but I miss my friend. Whenever he’s around, I’m on his ass, plaguing him with a shit load of questions and he does talk to me, but he doesn’t share anything important. He knows I’m always here for him. I know that he bottled up his feelings for fifteen years before talking to someone so who knows how long it’ll take him this time.

I’m still working at the bar with Viv, I say work but it seems that we play around more than we work these days and I’m doing a lot more with Viv being closer to giving birth. The girls come over whenever they are kid free and all the guys stop by to have a drink before they go home for the night. Every single night Bennett arrives to walk me home and if he can’t make it then he makes sure one of his brothers is there. Usually the chosen brother stays with me until he gets home which made for great laughs, especially with Ryan. It’s hilarious to tease him about Nurse Charlotte. Ryan and I quickly became good friends thanks to the fact that he always seems to draw the short straw on ladysitting duties recently. I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t hear Bennett walk into the bedroom.

“What are you up to?” he asks, scaring me half to death.

“Fuck, Bennett!” I shriek.

“Always up for it, Nance.” He chuckles and sits on the bed in front of me.

“Just lost in my thoughts.”

“About?”

“Just these past few months and how everything changed the moment I ran into you.”

“I’m so glad you did.” He smiles and stands up and starts stripping. “Sir-dicks-a-lot at your service, I’m yours for the night, you lucky thing,” he says rotating his hips at me.

“Oh God.” I burst out laughing as he tries to mimic a stripper.

“I know I’m hilarious.” He pounds his chest twice and joins me in bed.

“Yes, you are.” I snuggle into him.

“Stupid period,” he mumbles.

“Sorry, Bennett.” I try not to laugh at the look of despair on his face.

“It’s alright, I’ll have my wicked way with you in a couple of days.” He gives me his panty dropping smile which has me squeezing my thighs together. The f*cker knows exactly what to do to get me all hot and bothered, not that it takes much, but I want him too. “All hot and bothered are we?” He snickers.

“Fuck off.” I push him frustrated with him because I need him right now.

“Stop trying to push me out of bed.”

“The only reason I would kick you out of bed would be to f*ck you on the floor.”

“I’ve created a monster!” He chuckles before kissing my head.

“You secretly love it, don’t pretend that you don’t.” I scoff.

“I love your filthy mouth.” He smirks before kissing me long and hard, leaving me breathless. “We should get a puppy.”

“Where did that come from?” I chuckle.

“This house is missing something and since you can’t pop a baby out within the next two minutes and kidnapping one of the other’s kids is illegal, and they know where we live, a puppy would be great.” He smiles excitedly, looking like a kid in a candy shop.

“I think Mina, Ayden’s Rottweiler, had babies.”

“Do not ever say that name again.” He groans and buries his head in my neck.

“Why not?” I stifle a laugh, knowing damn well what his problem with Mina is thanks to Ayden and one of our many donut and coffee dates.