Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)(52)

As I’m about to walk away, we make eye contact. I look at him disgusted by his actions. He looks shocked to see me there. Now, I’m not sure if it’s the blonde bitch who has a great mouth or if it’s seeing me and the surprise of it all, but he comes in her mouth, and I realize the kind of man he really is.

Shaking my head at him, I turn around and run away from him. I don’t want anything to do with him, ever again. This will teach me to let myself develop feelings for someone. I knew I should have stayed away from him, but I had to go and get close to him. I feel so f*cking stupid.

Rounding the bikes, I almost walk into a pregnant woman.

“Are you alright?” she asks me, holding my arm. It’s then that I realize the mess I’m in. I’m shaking like a leaf, and I’m crying. Tears fall freely down my cheeks.

“No.” There’s no point in lying to her.

“What happened?” she asks confused.

“Callum…” I sigh.

“What did he do?” she asks, getting annoyed, and I don’t know if it’s with me or with him.

“He was getting head from a blonde bimbo,” I say, disgust lacing my voice.

“The f*cking bastard. You must be Annabella.”

“I am.”

“I’ll talk to him.”

“No need. I don’t want anything to do with him.” I run back to my car.

“Wait!” she yells after me, but I don’t turn around. I need to put as much distance as I can between Callum and me.

I didn’t come here expecting some sort of miracle, but I assumed that if I showed up and apologized for the way I treated him last week when something clearly hurt him, that it could somewhat fix things, but it’s only made it worse.





Callum

Bella wasn’t supposed to be here.

She wasn’t supposed to see me getting head.

I feel f*cking disgusted with myself for what I did. All I did this week was wallow in self-pity because I was too much of a coward to go and talk to her and apologize for being a dick. Bella is the only one I would apologize to, and I missed my chance and really f*cked it up for the both of us. I don’t think there’s ever a way for me to get her back now. And it’s all my fault.

She deserves better than what I could offer her, and I’m sure she hasn’t received any threats ever since.

“So you have a heart after all,” Nancy says, sitting on the swing next to mine.

“Never said I didn’t.”

“Well, I thought you didn’t, especially after what you did to Annabella.”

“You’ve heard.” I sigh.

“Yeah, from her. I ran into her as she was running away from you, and she told me. That’s messed up, even for you,” she says as we watch the kids playing around.

“I know. I haven’t been myself for a week.”

“What happened? You’ve been avoiding me, and I want to know why. It’s about time you man up and grow a pair.”

“Her place was trashed. I took a walk through and saw a kid’s room. I quickly figured out that it was her kid. She never told me about him, and that was the first thing that struck me. The second one was when she told me her kid was missing. I was expecting the worst, like what happened to Billy. Luckily, Gail, her roommate, took Elijah to her mom before they were harmed.”

“I’m sorry it brought back such bad memories.” She rubs my arm.

“I’ll live. It just messed with me and instead of doing the adult thing and talking to her, I shut her off and pushed her away, and then she had to see me today.”

“Did you see her at all?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you stop it?”

“No.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because I’m a f*cking *. I came when we looked at each other.”

“You’re f*cking disgusting,” she whispers loudly.

“I know. I don’t deserve her.”

“No, she deserves a lot better than the Callum you’ve become. She fell in love with you for a reason. You need to talk to her and make it better,” Nancy scolds me.

“How?”

“Do you love her?” she asks me.

“Yes, I do. Hell, I’m in love with her.” I blow out a breath.

“Then why aren’t you telling her that? What happened last week for you two to fight?”

I proceed to tell her everything, including the stupid comment I made about her being a mom and a stripper.

“You are f*cking stupid!” she yells at me, and all the kid's snicker.

“That I am.” I chuckle.

“No, I mean it. You’re also a hypocrite. How dare you tell her that when you’re going to see her every night she works there. I’m sure half of the strippers are moms. You’re lucky you’re taller than me or I’d kick some sense into you!”

“Is it because I’m taller or because you’re pregnant?”

“Are you telling me I can’t hit you because I’m pregnant? Because you know I’ll prove you wrong!”

“I know you’re more than capable of kicking my ass.”

“Good. Now, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.”