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

CHAPTER 5

Bennett

Callum’s intense gaze pins me to my chair from across the Chapel table. Unlike Gabe, he doesn’t try to understand why you’re not yourself; he just wants to fix it. I know he’s had a rough past, being in the military and all, but I don’t know much else about him. All I know is that from time to time he’ll just disappear and reappear. Right now he’s been staring at me and studying my every move, for the past five minutes and it’s unsettling. He, as well as the others, is probably wondering why I called for a meeting in the middle of the night. Usually I’d have waited until the morning but this is top priority matter. This is about Nancy, my Gorgeous Girl.

It doesn’t take look for a few more Brothers to show up. I could have rounded up the entire MC, but time is of the essence here and we need to act fast.

“What’s going on, Bennett?” Ant asks me, clearly not happy with being taken away from Ayden and his kids in the middle of the night.

“Sorry for calling you out of your beds and women in the middle of the night. I wasn’t planning on it but I got an important phone call about an old friend of mine an hour ago. She was kidnapped five years ago and hasn’t been seen since,” I sigh and take a minutes to gather my thoughts, “the cops gave up looking for her a long time ago because to them she’s just another runaway teenager.”

“What does that have to do with us?” Callum asks roughly.

I look up at him and hold his gaze as I answer him. “She was my girlfriend. We loved each other and were planning on running away when she turned eighteen. But we never got there. Her parents hated me and accused me of being the reason why she disappeared. Th-”

“Again? Link with us? Don’t make me waste my time on a fool’s errand, Bennett.” Callum growls as he shakes his head at me.

“I’m getting to that part, if you would let me finish. They called me last night to look for her.”

“How are you supposed to look for her if you haven’t heard from her in years? I know we have means to find people when we want to but something about this doesn’t seem right.” Ant considers. “What makes you think she’s still alive?” I dread hearing that question. I’ve asked myself the same thing for so long and until an hour ago I didn’t know the answer.

“Because of these.” I slide a bunch of pictures I printed from the email her parents sent me and pass them around. “Some date back to when she was taken and others were taken a couple of days ago according to the dates on the pictures. She doesn’t seem to be aware of the pictures being taken.” I sigh and rub my face, hating seeing these pictures of her again. In some she’s alone, in really skimpy clothes, in some she’s with different men, and is even naked in some of them. She looks like a shell of her former self. My Gorgeous Girl is physically present in those pictures, but I’ve lost her beautiful eyes.

“Fuck,” Gabe mutters looking through the pictures. “Is she the one we were talking about yesterday?”

“She is,” I reply emotionlessly. I have so many questions are racing around in my head. Is she okay? Is she safe? Does she still think about me? Would she still want me? She doesn’t look hurt in those pictures but I can’t be sure. I need to be sure. I need to see her.

“What do you want us to do?” Ant asks, shocking everybody around the table. He’s the Prez, he’s the one who’s supposed to be calling the shots not me.

I take a deep breath, square up my shoulders and look at everybody around the table. “We need to look for her. I know none of you know her but she’s top priority.”

“Brother, you know that if she’s top priority to you then she is to us,” Aleck says and I nod at him in thanks.

“Jase, think we could get Lewis involved? We could use some cop help with this.” I look at him, hoping that he’s stayed in touch with her.

“On it,” he says as leaves the room to call her.

“We need to come up with a plan to find her. Some of these pictures were taken outside so that could give us the upper hand in finding her,” I say getting anxious to go out and find her.

“You do realize that she might enjoy the life she leads now,” Callum says, crushing what little hope I have of finding her.

“Or it could be a ploy to lure you into a trap. Don’t you find it weird that all of a sudden her parents call, in the middle of the night, to find their daughter who’s been missing for four years? They’ve had those pictures for a while by the looks of it so why now? Why all of a sudden?” Ant asks himself and us.

“I don’t know,” I admit, feeling defeated. “All I know is that I need to find her. I don’t care about the consequences. I need to know what happened to her.”

“Bro, by the looks of it, it’s not good, she’s naked in most of the pictures taken indoors,” Callum says, knowing exactly how to piss me off.

“I’m very aware of that fact,” I say through gritted teeth.

“We’ll do all we can to find her, don’t worry Bennett.” Ant tries to reassure me. I nod and look at Jase as he walks back in the room.

“She’s in. She’s going to find her file and come here. It might take a few hours, but I told her we’d all be here anyway.” I sigh in relief with the knowledge that they all have my back and that, even though I hate cops, we’ll have the help of one of them.

Two hours later, we’re still sat around the Chapel table when Lewis shows up. She sits across from Ant but not without glaring at Callum. We all know these two spent some time together but none of us know exactly what exactly went down, but my guess is that nothing good happened.

“What did you find?” I ask her.

“Not much more than what Jase mentioned on the phone. Cops dismissed the case as her being a runaway. They gave up searching for her long ago. She’s still listed as a missing person but that’s it,” she says looking at me.

“Great, nothing new then.” I sigh.

“That’s just on the surface, when I dug deeper I found more information. She didn’t run away. She was taken. By whom, I don’t know, but one witness mentioned a young girl falling down a couple of steps and not long after a van showed up and the girl was gone. They didn’t get the plate number, but at least you know she didn’t just run away. Her parents have shown the cops the pictures they’ve received but they won’t do anything. It could be an ongoing internal matter which will only complicate things a lot more if cops are involved in this.”

“What do you mean by internal matter?” I ask.

“It could be that one of the cops is behind this. Her parents might have been rich but they were stirring shit up and someone didn’t like that. I know you’ve experienced it firsthand with them accusing you of taking her and killing her. Her parents had a run in with the Satan’s Inferno of Texas. Mr. & Mrs. Larkin asked the cops to help them but they didn’t want to go against an MC. Her parents messed with the wrong person and th-”

“What do you mean they had a run in with an MC?” Ant asks, sounding just as confused as I feel.

“Her parents were coming back from a party one evening and had been drinking. Stupidly they got into their car and ended up driving someone off the road, killing them instantly. The woman they killed was with one of the Santa’s Infernos’. Nancy’s parents begged for forgiveness but the only way for them to stay alive was to pay the Infernos’, which they did, for a while. After a few years, they didn’t want to pay anymore which I think is the reason the Satan’s Inferno might have sought revenge by taking Nancy.”

“Motherfuckers!” I’m fucking raging. How could her parents be so fucking selfish as to risk their daughter’s life? They knew something would happen if they stopped paying and they fucking did it anyway.

“Calm down. That’s really important information. We now know who might have her. I know we can’t just go and pay them a visit and ask for Nancy back, but it puts us in a better position than we were two hours ago” Ant says with a sadistic smile on his face.

“Ant’s right, the Satan’s probably don’t know we’re going to be looking for Nancy unless her parents ran their mouths, which I doubt they will if they have history with them. No one but her parents knows what we’re up to. That’s good for us. We’ll find her, Bro, don’t worry,” Aleck says, looking almost happy now that we have more information.

“We’ll find her, Bennett. Don’t worry. By the looks of these latest pictures, she’s in or around Bourbon Street. We should go out and look for her or at least see if anyone has seen her.” Lewis suggests.

“She’s right. Let’s grab a few more of the guys so we can cover more ground,” Ant says before grabbing his phone and calling some of our Brothers.

“Thank you.”

“No need for that soppy bullshit, Bennett.” Callum grunts, looking unimpressed with my display of gratitude. I guess that to him a man doesn’t show emotions, but I’ve always worn my heart on my sleeve. I can’t hide how I feel. If I ever see Nancy again I know the guys will have a field day making me pay for all the times I’ve made fun of their sappy moments with their ladies. Truth is, the jokes were caused by jealousy. I’ve envied them since the beginning. I want my happy ending as much as the next person. Call me a soppy fucker but I don’t care. Anyone would be too if they’re ever lucky enough to cross paths with my Nancy, my Gorgeous Girl.

CHAPTER 6

Nancy

I ring the doorbell and wait for my client to open up.

This is a first time client and also my first time in this neighborhood. I have no idea what to expect, it looks like a good neighborhood but who knows what goes on behind closed doors. I guess that’s the good thing about regulars, even if they have fucked up needs, you kind of know what to expect. I’m going in totally blind here and it’s unnerving. Fingers crossed I don’t end up with a psycho this time.

I don’t know how these men hear about what our pimp has to offer. I mean, I doubt he runs an ad in the local paper for ‘personal massages with a happy ending’. Knowing him it would be a lot more graphic.

I don’t have to wait long before the door to opens and reveals a man that looks like the complete opposite to my usual client. He’s tall with broad shoulders and a dazzling smile. I take him in and see that he’s wearing dress pants and a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, making the whole outfit instantly hotter. He’s also wearing an expensive watch around his wrist and a wedding band. And now watch the hot factor drop to fucking asshole. I have no sympathy or time for cheaters. No matter what goes on at home, you do not betray the person you promised to love and cherish forever.

“Good evening, Violet.” The man smiles, using my street name.

“Good evening, Sir.”
Urgh. I disgust myself sometimes, well most of the time actually
. Sometimes, those men who pay to have me for an hour or for the night, make me feel something other than dirty for a few minutes. Well, they aren’t the ones making me feel something, thinking of Bennett is making me feel something and probably the only reason I haven’t gone bat shit crazy. Truth is, I do enjoy sex. I love it in fact. It’s just that I keep having it with the wrong people. It doesn’t mean that I’m not disgusted with myself for letting things get this far for so long, but thinking of him helps me get through it. I could have ended this nightmare a thousand times by taking my own life, but there must be something for me beyond this. Being exploited for money isn’t the way I’m going to live my life. At least I fucking hope not.

“Good girl, you know how to address me properly. Come in.” He motions for me to walk in as he steps to the side. I nod, keeping quiet, and walk inside. I look around at my surroundings not really paying him any attention, looking for the best way to escape. Anticipation is key here. His house screams wealth; it’s absolutely massive with a large marble staircase going upstairs, on my left are two closed doors that lead to god knows where and on my right is a large living room and open plan kitchen that’s filled with furniture that looks like it should be in a museum rather than in this guy’s house. “Enjoying what you’re seeing, Babe?”

“It’s not so bad, for a married man.” I turn to him with a sneer on my face.

“Does that bother you?” He asks me, raising his eyebrow in my direction.

“I find it disgusting that a married man would go to such lengths to cheat on his wife,
Sir
.”

“I have my reasons.” He glares at me.

“Whatever the reasons may be, it’s no excuse to cheat on your wife. You could just divorce her.” I shrug.

“You are not paid to chat and try to pick my brains. You’re here to be my little slut for the night so let’s get things going.” He motions for me to walk in front of him, stopping me when I reach some double doors. I stand by them and wait for him to open them, guys like this usually like to be in control.
Asshole.
“Are you going to shut up now?” I nod, annoyed with his snobby attitude. “Good.” He opens the door and motions for me to walk down a set of stairs. I do so and carefully as I try to not to break my ankle or neck. It looks like a real dungeon down here, like the ones you read about in books. It’s a dark room complete with a table in the middle of it and a wooden cross resting against the back wall. The walls are lines with various sex toys and torture devices that I didn’t even know existed.

“What’s this place, Sir?” I ask as I hold onto the wall so I don’t fall over.

“I told you to shut up.” The man groans and I hear his footsteps echo behind me as he follows me down the stairs. At least I didn’t hear him lock the doors so I might actually have a chance to escape.

“I’m not trying to fucking pick your brains. I’m just asking a normal question. For fuck’s sake.” I huff.

“I love a woman with attitude and a foul mouth, they are a lot more fun to make submit and punish.”

“You’re into that kind of kinky shit, aren’t you?” I look at him with a disgusted expression on my face.

“You guessed it, Babe.” He flashes me a creepy leer before walking over to a counter in the far corner.

“Lucky me,” I mutter.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” I look around, suddenly worried for my own safety. I need to get the hell out of this place as soon as possible.

“Right. Drink?”

“Please. If I have to go through with any of this then I’ll need some alcohol in me.” I tell him trying not to sound scared for my life, as I gesture at the crops and paddles.

“You’ll love it.” He pours me a drink at the bar on the far side of the room and struts over to me before handing me the glass.

“I doubt it, I’m not into kinky bullshit and pain play.” I take a tentative sip of my drink. “Whiskey?” I cough before frowning at the strength of the alcohol in my glass.

“Yes. Not the normal shit you find in stores, this is the good kind.” He smiles, looking incredibly proud of himself.
Rich bastard.

“Good for you.” I pat his shoulder and finish the glass.
Oh shit, probably shouldn’t have done that
. It’s burning my throat as it makes its way to my stomach, making my eyes water. I fucking hate whiskey. I hand him back the glass and place my small clutch on the table at the bottom of the stairs. I go to take off my shoes but he stops me.

“Don’t. I love a woman in heels, especially if she’s lying down underneath me with her legs spread and completely at my mercy.”
Fucking weirdo!
I get that every man has their fantasy but he is just down right creepy. I’ve been lucky enough not to end up with that many weirdos, but he’s definitely stealing the top spot.

“Okay…” I walk back to the client, feeling the effect of the whiskey instantly. My mouth is going numb and my head is spinning already. I’m not a lightweight by any means, to get through this job you have to drink, a lot and us working girls drink more than we should, but that’s our only way to cope and get through the nights.

“You alright, Babe?” He smirks and helps me up onto a table that’s in the middle of the room.

“Yeah, fine, just dizzy.” I sit up and find myself feeling even dizzier, but he pushes me back down again.

“Lie down, it’ll go away.” He quickly removes my dress and brushes his fingers over my body, tracing my every curve before stopping between my legs. He makes quick work of my lace thong and starts playing with my clit. I feel light and heavy at the same time, like I’m floating but weigh a ton. He grabs a hold of my right ankle and places my foot in something that I can’t see thanks to my now blurry vision. He repeats the process with my left foot. “You look so beautiful, all spread nicely for me.” I feel him whisper against my pussy before he licks along my slit and sucks on my clit. I want to push him away and stop, but it feels too fucking good. I disgust myself; how can I actually be enjoying what this sick bastard is doing to me?

All of a sudden I feel a sharp pain on my ass. I don’t know if I had blacked out or fainted, but this harsh pain brought me back to my senses instantly. I try to take in my surroundings and notice that I’m now on my stomach, bent over the table I was originally lying on with my client leaning over me, effectively pinning me to the table.

“What are you doing?” I shriek in pain.

“Shut up, you fucking whore!” My client bellows at me and hits me again. I scream in pain and try to move away, but the pressure on my back increases tenfold. The sting on my ass tells me that he’s now using one of the paddles from earlier. But this isn’t any normal paddle, if the pain caused on impact is anything to go by, I’d say this one has spikes on it.

“STOP, IT HURTS!” I scream.

“That’s good, pain is good.” He grunts and smacks my ass again. I squirm to try and free myself from his grip, but he’s just too strong. I kick my legs and must manage to hit him because I hear him grunt and the paddle drop. I stumble to my feet and grab the paddle from the floor. He lunges at me and I strike out with the paddle. I make contact with his head which knocks him off balance and I don’t think twice before running back up the stairs that leads to the front door as quickly as I can.
Shit, I can’t remember if the bastard locked the door or not
. I try to push it open a few times without much luck, but then I realize that he pushed it open when we came down. I pull it open and sigh in relief as it opens and I make it through the door. I close the door behind me and grab a fire poker before pushing it through the door handles so it gives me more time to escape.

I pull my dress down so it’s actually covering my ass and pull off my heels before running out of the house. Unfortunately, I left my bag behind, not that there was much in it, but it did have a phone in it that would call John to come pick me up instantly if I’m in trouble.

I run down the street, trying to find someone to help me. I doubt anyone would listen to me or let me in their homes when I look like this, look what I am, a prostitute but I have to try. It’s in that moment that I really realize what my life has become. It finally sinks in just how far I’ve fallen. I don’t look back for a second and keep running away from the life I’ve known for past five years. I need to put as much distance between me and
it
as I possibly can, as soon as I can.

I don’t know how long I’ve been running but my feet are killing me, thanks to my lack of shoes, I’m out of breath and I’m drained. I slow down a little and jog into a sea of people on Bourbon Street.

The crowd will give me a great cover and I’ll be able to step into a bar and call for help. Fuck, who would I call? I can’t call my parents; I don’t want them to find me and I highly doubt they’d come anyway. Something tells me that Bennett wouldn’t have the same number and I don’t know anybody else’s phone number. I guess my best bet would be to call the cops, they would listen to me, but they’d then drive me back to my parents. Even though I’m of age, they’d bring me back to the people who haven’t been family for a long time.

I quicken my pace and get lost in my thoughts when I run into a brick wall and fall on my ass, wincing as the already tender skin hits the ground. I scurry to my feet and look up at the offending wall.

The vision of what my worst nightmares and sweetest dreams are made of is standing in front of me.

What I ran into isn’t a wall.

What I ran into is Bennett fucking Sawyer.

Holy. Shitballs.

Bennett. My Bennett

It’s been five years but he looks exactly the same. He still has the same hazel eyes and the same perfect lips that form into a smile when he recognizes me but soon turn into an expression I’ll never forget. He looks heartbroken. I want nothing more than to comfort him, but I don’t have the time, I need to run. I take one last glance at him and try to go around him but his right arm darts my way and grabs my wrist. The grip is strong enough to hold me still, but not strong enough to cause pain. He pulls me to him and wraps me in his arms. I can feel his body shaking. I don’t know how he’s feeling right now but being in his arms, everything is erased; the hurt, the disgust, the pain, everything.
Gone
.

“Fuck me, that was fast.” I hear a voice say from behind Bennett and a few nervous chuckles follow. I don’t want to let go but the voice breaks me out of my Bennett trance and I force myself to pull away from him, much to his disapproval as he glares at me and refuses to let go of me.

“You were looking for me?” I ask as I look up into his eyes.

“Your parents called me a few hours ago,” Bennett says through gritted teeth.

“What?”
Why would they want to look for me? Why now? I’ve been gone for five fucking years!
The last I’d heard, they had given up and buried me. I look between all of the guys that have surrounded us and notice that they’re all wearing the same cut. Now I’ve always known about MCs, especially for being ‘a part’ of one for the last five years, and his parents’ prior involvement in one, but being surrounded by so many members bring back some bad memories and I start to fidget in discomfort.