Trusting Nicole (The Last Hangman MC #4)(6)
CHAPTER 2
Jason
February 20, 2015
The past two days have passed by in a blur.
I don’t remember waking up, going to sleep, eating, showering, anything. I only remember drinking myself into oblivion. Jenny’s funeral is tomorrow morning and I’m not ready to say goodbye, even if I wasn’t in love her anymore, I never wanted to say goodbye like this. I always thought that I would share my last breath with her, despite our circumstances, but because of me, she was f*cking robbed of her life. I feel guilty for what happened to her. All of this because I decided to help get Cabe released from prison, when I listened to Ant I could never have imagined the shit storm that would follow.
The Hades’ Kings targeted all of us because we were working together to get Cabe out. I didn’t exactly have a choice but to work closely with the club. I did a good job getting him out, but now I’m paying for it. I’m about to lose my f*cking job if I don’t pull my shit together and get out of this alliance. My only other option is to change my life altogether and become one of them. They’ve asked me but I can’t bring myself to accept their offer right now. I still have a ton of shit to sort out besides, if they knew the truth, I doubt they would still want me as one of their own.
Things were going well until Jenny was murdered. I don’t even know why she was killed and that’s what is pissing me off the most. No one wants to tell me what the f*ck happened in that warehouse. Very few people know what went down that night, but I’m sure they’ve talked about it amongst themselves. Viv is still in hospital and Gabe is not leaving her side for a second. I’m not sure if Bennett witnessed what happened so that leaves Nicole.
She was there for me when I saw Jenny on the floor, she held me and tried to soothe me, but nothing can calm the rage that consumes me. They all think I’m feeling like this because I lost the love of my life, but how wrong they are. In a way, I’m glad they think its heartbreak, it makes things easier.
I need answers, but I’m in no shape to go and get them myself at the moment. I grab my phone from the coffee table and erase all the messages from people offering their condolences. I don’t give a single f*ck about them. As nice as it is of them, they don’t mean shit to me. The old Jason is back with a vengeance. I look for the number I need and press the call button. It rings a couple of times before the call is picked up.
“Hello?” a sleepy voice greets me.
“Nicole,” I say, my voice void of any emotion.
“Jason?” she asks confused.
“Did I wake you up?”
“Yes, but it’s alright. What can I do for you?” she asks whilst yawning.
“I need to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“I’d rather not do this over the phone, but about that night. I need to know.”
I hear her sigh on the other end. “Alright, where do you want to meet?” she says, resignedly.
“My place? I’m not really in any state to go out in public.”
“Right, you don’t want to subject your drunken state to the world but to me it’s alright?” she asks with a trace of humor in her voice. I smile for the first time in days.
“Yes. You grew up around bikers, I’m sure you’re used to it.”
“You've got a point. Give me thirty minutes and I’ll be there.”
“Thank you, Nicole. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
“I have a pretty good idea. See you in a bit,” she says quickly before hanging up.
I decide to get up and clean up a bit, I don’t need her to see this mess as well as my lack of hygiene. Empty beer bottles litter the floor, along with some whiskey and vodka ones. I’m not a big drinker, usually, but it’s the only thing that’s been stopping the darkness from consuming me. I’m surprised I’m still actually standing. The image of Jenny lying there on the floor still haunts me, I can’t get it out of my head. A part of me is relieved that she is free from the nightmare that she didn’t want to be a part of anymore. I wish I knew something this bad was going to happen, maybe I would have been able to get out of her life straight away or at least be able to keep her far away from all this mess.
The guys from the Hangman have been constantly checking in on me, which I found surprising. I do consider them family but I don’t know what I am to them. I guess they do care to a certain extent. I thought us helping each other was just a means to an end to them, or maybe it’s a case of ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer.’ All I know is that they have been there for me even when I’ve refused their help numerous times.
I’m dragged out of my thoughts by the sound of the doorbell ringing. I quickly put the trash bag and the empty bottles in the kitchen and open the front door to see Nicole standing on the other side. Her long black hair blows in the wind and her pale green eyes shine with something I can’t put my finger on. Fuck she’s beautiful. Her soft pouty lips are begging to be kissed and her soft curves touched. She clears her throat as I let my eyes roam over her body. The sound brings me back to reality and I instantly feel shit for eyeing her up when my wife was murdered only two days ago. You’re disgusting!
“Thank you for coming.”
“Don’t mention it.” She gives me a weak smile and walks in. I close the door and take a deep breath. Nicole and I have known each other for a while. Things haven’t always been good between us and I’m grateful she is willing to help me.