Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(98)
From the little I can remember of my life before I was four, I know it was pretty good. I wasn’t brought up in a rich family, but my parents were incredibly loving and took good care of me. The night they were taken from me is when the real nightmare began. I had to grow up quickly in a life I didn’t want and had no other choice but to embrace the fear that I would be killed if I ever showed any weakness. The scariest part is that I started to enjoy this lifestyle. It changed me for the worse. My parents would be ashamed of the man I’ve become, but there’s no turning back now, this is who I am.
I should have run away as soon as I had the chance, but I stayed with the only people who were there for me. That was my first and most costly mistake. They were the worst people for a young and impressionable boy to be associated with and now I will never get a shot at happiness or love. Being with someone would mean living in constant fear that they will be taken away from me and used against me. Then there’s her, she’s been in my life for close to three years. We shouldn’t have done what we did, but neither of us could help it. I don’t regret any of it, I just wish things happened differently.
Life isn’t a fairy tale, not everybody deserves a happy ending. I know I don’t.
A MERRY LAST HANGMAN CHRISTMAS (LAST HANGMAN MC #4.1)
Hey lovelies,
Long time no see! How have you been? I’ve been great, despite the f*ckedupness that was thrown at us a couple of months ago, once again, but I’m sure you’re all very much aware of that. Like always, we’ve emerged stronger than ever. The compound was destroyed, but walls can be rebuilt and things replaced, some of the good men we lost cannot so the best we can do is rebuild and evolve. The guys rebuilt it with the help of the Bastards and the Fallen, but I digress, that is a story for another time.
Ever wondered how the Last Hangman MC celebrates Christmas? How things get done in their clubhold? Well, this is your chance to find out!
I hope you’ll enjoy this little insight into our lives and enjoy our usual craziness.
I’ll see you very shortly in a couple of pages.
Love your beautiful faces,
Ayden James
(Note the James up there? About time we got married. You’ll hear all about it as soon as Muriel gets the chance to write our beautiful wedding…which should be within the next couple of months! Then you can finally see what mine and Ant’s third most beautiful day was like. The two best ones were the birth of our little Cameron who has grown into such an amazing little boy, and our little Princess, Amelia, who joined us a few months ago but again, I digress!)
LOVE AT FIRST GLANCE (LOVE AT FIRSTS #1)
Ugh…Mondays…
I.
Hate.
Mondays.
I hate them with such a passion that you can feel the loathing emanate from me like a little cloud of rage. Honestly, you could use my anger during the day to provide energy for a small town.
They are horrendous.
They are quite literally the worst day of the week. You’ve just spent two days with your family or friends, relaxing or partying and BOOM, without warning, Monday rears its ugly head with a vengeance. Everybody goes back to work all grumpy and depressed because the weekend has flown by at the speed of a bullet whilst the working week drags like tortoise. Mondays are always torturous. No matter how busy or full your day is, it’s always depressingly long.
Today should’ve been like any other Monday: slow, back to back meetings and endless tasks, but this Monday wasn’t. Nothing could’ve prepared me for what this Monday would throw at me.
I knew Mondays sucked but, this much? I never thought it’d be possible.
Let me walk you through my morning.
I woke up at seven thirty, as usual. Well, after I snoozed my alarm clock about ten times. I am by no means a morning person. Thank god for Bernard, my saving grace. If I press the snooze button too much, I can count on him to wake me up. He’s the sole reason that I’m not late for work every day and haven’t been fired. I honestly don’t know what I would do without him. Anyway, I digress. I begrudgingly woke up and clambered out of bed, but not without Bernard’s morning petting. Oh yeah, I should probably mention that Bernard is my six month old Siamese kitten.
I stumbled to the kitchen to feed an impatient Bernard before making my way to the bathroom to take a much needed shower in a vain attempt to wake myself up. At this point, there really isn’t much that can do the job properly that doesn’t contain caffeine. I pulled the glass shower door open and let out the loudest scream in the history of the world. I didn’t even know it was possible for me to be so loud and high pitched. I mean it was slasher-movie-scene worthy. You’d think I’d have found a dead body in my shower or even the killer, but no, just an eight legged monster. I’m not talking about a small one; I’m not that big of a wuss. Oh no, I’m talking about a huge ass spider that could eat a person alive. No joke. Needless to say, I skipped my shower. That was the first sign that today would suck balls. I should’ve known better. Finding a spider isn’t that unusual, but I should have realized that it was a sign today wouldn’t be any good.
Upon finding the evil creature, I ran straight to my room, grabbed my hairspray and proceeded to spray the shit out of the spider before running water over it to wash it down the drain. My final arachnid assault consisted of putting a huge pot over the drain so the little bugger couldn’t come back to haunt my ass. I’d get Adam, my boyfriend of three years, check if it’s still there when he gets back from his business trip tonight.