Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)(84)

“What?” I look at her, confused.

“Do not get your dick sucked! That shit ruins relationships!” She frowns, and for the first time in a long time I laugh.

“That’s why I love you.” I get up and kiss her head.

“I love you too, Cal. Now, be good and give me another slice. I have two babies to feed.” She smirks, and I oblige. I can’t say no to Nancy.

Following her advice, I grab my phone and send a text to Bella.

Me: Bella, I’m sorry I’ve been constantly messaging you. Not having you and Elijah in my life is killing me slowly, and I’m miserable. I will leave you alone and wait for you. I’ll wait forever if I have to. I love you, and I know you love me, too. I’ll be here when you’re ready. I love you. C.

Now I just have to wait and see if she’ll actually want to come back to me and give us another chance. The waiting game has to be the worst part in all of this, but I’m ready to wait for as long as it’ll take her to come back to me.





Annabella

Today is the day I grow a pair and go back to Callum. I don’t know how things are going to go, but I have to do it. If not for me, for Elijah. As much as he’s enjoyed being here, I know he misses Callum and is sad without him in his life. If I’m honest, I’m the exact same.

I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions and assumed that Callum really was thinking those words despite having said them out loud. People say things they don’t mean. Those words he had toward me cut me deep. It hurt me so much and made me jump back into old habits of upping and leaving at the first sign of trouble, but I’m ready to face reality and make peace. I just hope Callum hasn’t moved on.

Nancy keeps telling me that he never would move on and that he’s as miserable as I am. In a way, I’m glad he would never move on, but I hate the fact that he’s miserable too. I’ve been selfish for far too long and it has to stop.

Besides missing Callum, I miss all the friends and family I made along the way. They have been such a big part of my life for the past few months, and leaving them was hard. I should have never left them, but sometimes you realize later how stupid your actions actually were.

“Elijah?” I ask softly as I poke my head in his room.

“Yes, Mommy?” He looks up at me from playing with his car toys.

“We’re going home.” I smile at him, and he squeals loudly before running to me and hugging my legs tightly. “I take it that you’re happy about that?” I laugh.

“Yes! Are we going to see Daddy?” My heart skips a beat.

“Yes, we’re going to see Daddy.” I kneel and hug my son properly, kissing his head.

“Yay!” He cuddles into me before dashing to his stuff and packing them in his bag.

Well, he really is excited about it all. I just hope Callum will be as happy to see us. I wanted to go alone to see Callum, but I can’t make Elijah wait any longer.

After an hour of packing, tidying and getting snacks for the road, we’re on our way back home.



Parking in front of the house, I get out and help Elijah out. We’re both buzzing with excitement.

Although Callum’s bike or car aren’t in the driveway, we make our way to the door. I try my key, but the lock changed. This is weird. Nancy didn’t mention anything, so I have no idea of what’s going on.

Not two seconds later, the door opens and a beautiful brunette opens the door and manages to confuse me.

“Can I help you?” She smiles warmly at me.

“I’m looking for Callum, is he home?” I ask her confused.

“Oh, you must be Annabella. I have something for you.” She gets a letter from the table that’s next to the door and hands it to me. “He asked me to give it to you if you ever came here. I’ve been dying to know what’s inside, I’m not going to lie.” She giggles.

“You and me both.” I open it, and Elijah looks up at me impatient that he can’t see his dad just yet.

My beautiful Annabella,

At last, you’re back to me.

Almost.

You must be wondering why someone else is living in the house.

I’m calling it a house because it’s never been my home, although home is wherever you are.

I wanted a place for us to grow old and have a family in, a place to make our own.

If you wish to come to our new home, here’s the key.

973 Orleans Street.

I love you.

C.

“So?” the woman asks.

“My boyfriend got us a new home.” I smile happily.

“I’m so happy for you. I know he looked sad when he handed me this letter. I hope you can work things out.” She smiles at me sounding genuine.

“I’m sure we will. I was being the stubborn one out of the two.” I chuckle.

“We have to be sometimes.” She winks at me.

“True. I hope you enjoy this house. We have a lot of great memories.”

“And not so great ones, we know what happened here. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you. We both need a fresh start.”

“If you ever want to come over for coffee, feel free. I could do with friends in this city.” She chuckles and hands me a business card with her phone number.

“I will. Have a good day.” I smile at her and write my number on a piece of paper and hand it to her.