Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC Series Book 5) (24 page)

“Dead,” he answers monotonously.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No, want to stop somewhere?” he asks, squeezing my thigh to provide some comfort.

“Yes, home, where Bennett is.” I place my hand on his and squeeze it in silent support. Even if he acts like he doesn’t care about Lewis, I know he’s going to feel responsible for her death.

“That’s my girl.” I can hear the smile in his voice and he puts the pedal to the metal.

Once I told Callum that I wanted to go home, he didn’t hesitate and broke every speed limit between Pinehurst and New Orleans. It’s a good thing there weren’t any cops on our way or we’d have been arrested on the spot which considering the state I’m in, would be a worst case scenario. Not much was said during the trip, besides Callum asking me every half hour if I wanted to stop somewhere. I threatened him after the tenth time that if he kept asking we’d be stopping for him after I punch him in the nose. The only time we stopped was to get gas.

While Callum was filling up the tank, I went quickly to the bathroom. I don’t usually notice people’s reactions to my appearance, but the look on some people’s faces as I walked through the station to get to the bathroom was priceless. I washed off some of the blood in the sink, but I didn’t get is all off because I didn’t want to waste any more time. I need to get to Bennett. What Callum said about Bennett drinking himself into oblivion has made me desperate to get to him. He should know better by now, especially after spending three days in a coma and suffering a punctured lung! We’re about thirty minutes from Bennett’s and every mile we travel has me felling more and more anxious. I’m not sure in what state we’ll find Bennett in.

As Callum pulls up in front of Bennett’s house, I jump out of the truck before it even stops and run to the front door.

“Hurry up! I don’t have the key.” I groan in frustration as Callum takes his sweet ass time following me.

“Keep your panties on, for fuck’s sake.” He shakes his head as he walks over and unlocks the door for me.

“Thanks.” I push the door open and rush in. I’m shocked when I walk in, I wasn’t expecting to see Nurse Charlotte here, bent over Bennett. “Is he okay?”

“Just passed out drunk. I’m grateful really, it saves me risking a finger because he’s a big wuss.” She chuckles.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry about that.” I walk further into the living room and look around. The place is an absolute mess with empty beer and whiskey bottles everywhere. He must have thrown up somewhere because the place reeks of vomit. “How’s he doing?”

“Physically, he’s recovering well, better than I thought he would. But mentally, he’s struggling” She stands up and takes off her gloves.

“Fucking hell Bennett, what did you do to yourself?” I sigh and look down at his unconscious form on the couch.

“Are you okay though?” She looks me over with a Nurse’s eye.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, it’s not my blood.” I give her an apologetic grin as a wave towards my still blood stained skin and clothes.

“That’s not so bad then I suppose. I’ll be back later before my shift to make sure he hasn’t opened a stitch again.”

“What the fuck has he been up to burst his stitches open?”

“It’s probably from throwing up. He needs a shower and a good shave too. His bandages are waterproof but he might need some help. I’m glad you’re back, he’ll stop moaning about you leaving him to die alone now.” She rolls her eyes, clearly amused by his antics.

“Leaving him to die? Typical Bennett. Thank you for taking care of him.”

“No need to thank me, I’m just doing my job.” She smiles before gathering her stuff and heading out the door. She and Callum exchange a few words, but I don’t pay attention to them as I kneel down by Bennett’s side.

“Bennett?” I stroke his cheek. God, he really does need a shave and a shower, he reeks of alcohol and sick.

“Nancy?” He mumbles, and tries to open his eyes.

“It’s me.” I smile and keep stroking his cheek. He turns his head to look at me and his blood shot eyes struggle to focus on me.

“Did I die and went to heaven?” A faint smile appears on his lips

“It would be hell for you but no, you’re still very much alive.” I sit next to him.

“Please don’t ever leave me again.” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.

“I promise, I won’t, never again.” I kiss his shoulder and struggle to hold back the tears.

“Are you really engaged?” He pulls away from me suddenly and asks in a worried voice.

“No, it’s a long story. I’ll tell you all about it when you’re sober.” I say as I kiss the palm of his hand.

“Why are you covered in blood? Are you hurt? Oh my God, Nancy, what the fuck happened to you?” he rushes to get his words out and sounds agitated.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m okay, it’s not my blood.” I try to reassure him.

“Thank fuck.” He sighs in relief. “I fucking missed you, my Gorgeous Girl.” He smiles drunkenly. It’s good to hear him say that he missed me. I internally melt at his sweetness.

“I fucking missed you too, my Handsome Man.”

“Mad woman.” He pulls me closer to him and rests his head in the crook of my neck.

“How do you feel about a shower and a shave?”

“I thought the caveman appearance made women all hot and bothered?”

“Fuck that, you smell like shit.” I laugh.

“You wound me.” He slurs.

“I know, but you really do and so does your house what th-”

“Our home,” he corrects me.

“Well our home smells like a bar, complete with vomit. Let’s get you showered and sober and then we can start on the house.” I wriggle my nose at the smell.

“I’m sorry, Nancy.”

“What for?”
Why is he the one that’s sorry, I’m the one who left on a fool’s errand.

“For pushing you away, for getting myself into this state, for the house smelling like shit, for everything.” He sighs.

“You didn’t push me away; there was something I needed to do. As for the state you’re in, well I’m not the one who’s going to pay for it when they sober up, that’s all you. The house can be cleaned, although we are definitely getting someone in to do it.”

“What did you have to do tha-”

“All in due time, first things first. Shower time! Come on.” I stand up and try to help him up, but it’s near impossible in his drunken state. Luckily Callum comes my rescue and helps Bennett walk upstairs and into to his bathroom.

“Where do you want him?” Callum asks.

“Naked and in bed, where else?” Bennett snickers.

“Fuck off, I’m not stripping you.” Callum tells him, sounding disgusted by the thought of seeing him naked.

“Can you help him in the bathroom and I’ll take care of the rest.” I open the shower door and I’m so glad that there’s a bench in there so he can sit down.

“As you wish. I’ll be outside in my truck if you need me,” Callum says as he sits Bennett in the shower fully clothed.

“Thank you but you don’t have to stay,” I tell him as I get everything that I need to make Bennett human again.

“I’ll stay until you get him into bed, then he’s all yours.” He chuckles.

“Alright, thank you.” I wink at him and get into the shower with Bennett.

“Get out now! I want some sexy time with my woman!” Bennett drunkenly yells at Callum which earns him a laugh and a middle finger.

“No sexy time for you until you’re sober.” I stand up and strip to my underwear after Callum has left the room.

“Spoilsport.” He frowns as he undoes his pants, grabs his cock and starts whirling it around. “You sure I can’t tempt you?”

“No chance, Bennett.” I glare at him and he grins at me.

“Damnit. Well at least I tried.” He shrugs and manages to get himself out of his jeans and boxers without help. “I missed you,” he admits quietly.

“I missed you too.” I kneel in front of him and help him out of his shirt, making sure I don’t hurt him.

“I’m glad you did.” He strokes my cheek.

“Of course I did. I love you, Bennett.”

“I love you.” He sighs happily and rests his head against the wall with a content smile on his lips.

“Ready to be clean?” I ask in voice that I would talk to a young child as I turn on the shower.

“Like I have a say in the matter. I was happy in my own filth.” He whines.

“You’re disgusting.” I frown.

“It’s not like I pissed or shat myself.” He shrugs and leans forwards so he’s under the spray.

“That’s reassuring.”

“Why are you covered in blood and whose blood is it?” He asks as rubs my arms, watching the final traces of red wash away.

“Later, when you’re sober.” I sigh.

“You made me talk when I killed that prospect; don’t think you’re getting out of telling me what happened, young lady.” He chastises me.

“I killed a man.” I grab the can of shaving gel and spray some in my hands before lathering up his face.

“You don’t say. Now explain,” he studies my face and I sigh again before telling him everything.

“Fuck me, Nancy.” He shakes his head just as I bring the razor up to his face.

“No sudden moves. It was a couple of fucked up days, I’m just glad it’s all over now.” I sigh and start shaving him carefully.

“How can you be sure it’s over? Your mother could make good on her threat and hire someone to kill me or take you.” He frowns.

“I know, I’ll just have find a way to get it into her head that I’m never coming back. I want nothing to do with them and that if she ever tries to hurt you I’ll kill her myself,” I tell him calmly.

“You’re scaring me, Nancy.” He looks at me with a fake scared look on his face.

“Why?” I glide the razor blade carefully down his throat and hold it an inch away so he can talk.

“Well, let’s see, you’ve killed a man and slit his throat when you could have just left him to bleed out from his gut wounds. You wouldn’t be against killing your own mother if she were to threaten me and you currently have a razor against my throat. No biggie.” He grins at me.

“He was attacking me; it was self-defense. I had a moment of insanity and I snapped. I had had enough of people hurting me and taking advantage of me. As for my mother, she is responsible for every bad thing that has happened in my life. Does that make me a bad person?” I ask and look up at him, hoping he’ll tell me I’m not.

“It just makes you one of us. All the other girls have ended up killing someone too in self-defense. I’m not saying wanting to kill your mom is a good thing, but you’d do it to protect me and can’t argue with that.” He shrugs and grins drunkenly.

“Oh you secretly fucking love that I would do that.” I laugh. He motions for me to move back and he scoots down and off of the bench. He sits on the shower floor across from me and grabs my ankles. He pulls at them and places my legs over his hips. We stare at each other with our lips mere inches from apart.

“I do. It’s feels good knowing you’d kill for me.” He smiles and kisses me softly.

“Argh! You could’ve waited until I had washed your face.” I frown and wipe foam off of my face.

“You’re still cute even covered in foam.” He chuckles.

“Can I ask you something?” I ask as I shave above his top lip.