Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(92)

That all changed when I met her. In such a short amount of time she became my world but as quickly as she came into my life she was taken away from me. To this day, twelve years later, I still have nightmares which only get more vivid each time. It makes no f*cking sense to me. It seems like my subconscious wants to torture me.

Meeting her rocked my world. One night I was a normal guy, trying make ends meet, taking care of my sister, the next, I was propelled into a world I never ever imagined being a part of and became a member of a motorcycle club.

Recently, I’ve been experiencing an uneasy feeling that things aren’t going to stay as steady as they have been. I can handle anything happening to me, but to Nicole? No. Fucking. Way.

It doesn’t help that Nicole has been off to college for a couple of months now, so I can’t keep a close eye on her myself but luckily I have one of our guys from another chapter watching over her. I need to make sure she is okay at all times, especially after everything that happened to Ayden and Charline. I’m not willing to risk anything happening to her. She’s my life.

You would think that I would have thought twice before joining The Last Hangman MC knowing I was raising my baby sister, who needed constant love, attention, support and protection, but because of one f*cking mistake I had to join them.

Here is my mistake...





11 Years Ago


I turned twenty-one last week and didn’t bother going out to celebrate it. I didn’t have the heart to leave Nicole alone on that day. We did have fun but now I need some adult fun.

I’ve called a babysitter to watch over Nicole tonight. I love my sister to death but I need a night to myself. For the past three years, I’ve been doing all I can possibly do to make sure she has everything she needs. I’ve completely put my life on hold and I’m at the point where I desperately need a break. Don’t get me wrong, I will always do what I can to make her happy, but there’s only so much a guy can take.

In order to be able to raise her I’ve been working non-stop at a local garage, trying to make enough money to pay the bills, keep a roof over our heads, keep her fed and get her whatever she may need or want, but it’s just not enough. Do you have any idea how expensive it is to take care of an eight year old girl? The fact that I can’t say no to her does not help in the slightest.

We come from a modest family and my parents never imagined they would both leave us so early, so they didn’t think of setting up a fund for us. I’m not blaming them but being thrown into the adult world when all you want to do is spend time with your friends and party is tough, I had to adapt fairly quickly. It was harder on Nicole than it was on me. She was just a kid when it happened. She needs her parents to grow up and help her through life and the changes a woman’s body will go through along the years.

Over the years, I’ve had girls, women, come over purely to f*ck whilst she’s been asleep. I know, I’m irresponsible for bringing unknown women into our house and I paid the price when one of those f*cking bitches stole some of our stuff. I had to explain to Nicole why the necklace our Mom left her was missing. I have never felt more like shit than I did then seeing the look of pure heartbreak on her face.

Tonight, instead of bringing someone in, I’m going out to play and it’s gonna get messy.

I park my pickup truck in the parking lot of a bar and make my way to the entrance. I don’t know what I’m looking for tonight. A couple of drinks? A good f*ck? A good fight? Any of those will do, all of them would be even better. I have so much pent up rage that I need to let it out somehow.

I sit at the bar and order a beer and a shot of bourbon. I down the shot and revel in the feeling of the amber liquid burning my throat. I bring the bottle to my lips when someone taps me on the shoulder. At first, I think it’s one of those drunk f*cks I saw when I entered wanting to pick a fight but when I turn around, I see this curvy bombshell smirking at me.

“Hey, big boy, looking for a good time?” She caresses my arm.

“Depends on what you are offering.” I say as I look her up and down. She’s not bad, clearly has had too much plastic surgery, but she will do.

“Anything you want. I’m Scarlett.”

“Gabe.”

“A pleasure, Gabe. Wanna go out for a quickie?” I love women who know what they want and don’t bullshit it.

“My kind of woman.” I smirk and walk outside, leading the way behind the bar. I don’t care if we’re going to have witnesses, it makes it all the more exciting.

She doesn’t waste any time undoing my belt and pants. She gets down to her knees, taking my cock out and wraps her ruby red lips around it, sucking hard. I lean against the wall for support. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve had sex and at this rate, I won’t last long. I hold her face in place for a few seconds, face f*cking her fast before I pull her up and make her face the wall.

“Not gonna last long if we keep this up,” I say as I roll a condom down my shaft.

“Thanks for the compliment, big boy.” She giggles. She was a bit sloppy but I’m not about to piss her off. I need to f*ck someone and she’s so willing to fulfil my needs.

I lift her skirt and smirk. “Commando, my kind of woman.” I chuckle and position myself, thrusting into her slowly but not giving her time to adjust, I’m too far gone to care if I’m too big for her.