Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC Series Book 5)

by Muriel Garcia

  I dig into my food and turn on the TV in an attempt to block out the noise of my phone and everything else around me. I try to relax but something in the back of my mind keeps nagging at me, telling me to pick up the damn phone the next time is rings. I guess talking about Nancy today affected me a lot more than I thought because I am actually thinking that if I pick up the phone I’ll hear her on the other end of the line. I mean, who knows? It could actually be her, I never changed my number, just in case she’s alive and needs me. It was a long shot but you never know.

  I finish my food, take the plate back to the kitchen and dump it in the sink before pouring myself a glass of whiskey and making my way back into the living room. I flop onto my couch and grab my phone. I call a random girl I met in a bar a couple nights ago and ask her to come over. I need a good fucking to empty my balls and take off the edge.

  I don’t have to wait long before she shows up on my doorstep. I guess I’m not the only one needing a good fuck. I open the door and she’s on me like a fly on shit, kissing me and grabbing me wherever she pleases. I’m not about to complain, this saves me from having to do any kind of talking. She presses against my chest, making me walk backwards into my living room. She quickly looks around, getting the feel of her surroundings before pushing me onto the couch.

  I don’t have time to speak before she undoes my belt and unzips my jeans, taking out my already hard cock.

  She doesn’t waste a second before she starts sucking me like a pro. I rest my head against the back of the couch and let her do her thing. I can finally relax and let the stress of the day wash away, but the mind works in weird ways. Suddenly images of Nancy flash through my mind: her beautiful smile, eyes, lips wrapped around my cock.

  Her cheeks used to turn a nice shade of pink when I’d call her my Gorgeous Girl and her eyes filled with tears and love when I told her I loved her for the first time. God, I miss Nancy.

  My heart is hurting and so are my balls so I do what I do best. I wrap the girl’s hair around my hand and start guiding her head up and down my cock faster and deeper. I buck my hips into her mouth, making her gag. She looks at me with what is supposed to be a sultry look, but she looks like a mess with mascara running down her face and red lipstick smeared around her mouth. God, she looks like a sad clown. I’m not this heartless usually, I always appreciate the efforts any woman puts into pleasing me. I don’t recognize myself. I’m not cruel usually. Thinking about Nancy really fucked with my mind today.

  “I think we sh-”

  “Just sit back and relax, baby,” she says in her annoyingly high pitched voice as she rolls a condom down my cock.

  I do as she says, not wanting to make small talk and risk hearing her voice again. She takes off her dress and I’m surprised to find that she goes commando. I can’t say I’m surprised. She was probably already out looking for a quickie in a club when I called. I’m fucking grateful she has a condom, who knows what this girl has if she’s been around the block a couple of times.

  She hovers over me with her thighs on either side of my legs before lowering herself slowly onto my dick. She throws her head back and moans loudly as she fully sheathes me and I sit there, waiting for her to start moving so I can feel something. She waits for a few seconds before she starts rolling her hips. She’s good, I’ll give her that, she’s got the moves, but she’s not doing it for me. I don’t know if it’s Nancy playing on my mind, or the fact that she’s quite loose and I’m not small by any means, but I could easily fall asleep like this.

  I grab her hips, lift her off of me and position her on her knees on the couch with her head resting on the pillow before I thrust into her. I keep her legs closed, hoping it’ll provide some much needed friction. I try to empty my mind and enjoy the moment which seems to be working for a while. I’m slowly starting to feel some pleasure and think I’m going to get the release I need when my phone starts to ring again and doesn’t stop this time. Whoever is calling is going to hear me fuck this girl and I couldn’t care less. I’m fucking pissed.

  “Hello,” I say breathless.

  “Bennett Sawyer?” A familiar voice I never wanted to ear ever again asks me.

  “What do you want?” I try to refrain from yelling.

  “You might not remember me, but this is Mrs. Larkins. I’m N-”

  “I know very well who you are. What do you want?” I stop mid thrust. Cindy, the girl I’m fucking, wriggles her hips in attempt to urge me to continue but I can’t.

  “I need your help.”

  “My help? That’s a bit rich after what you’ve accused me of. What the fuck could you need from me?” I pull out of the girl and make my way outside after pulling on my sweatpants. I light up a cig and take a long drag, letting the smoke burn its way down my throat as I prepare myself for whatever shit she has to say.

  “She’s alive. We have proof.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about? She can’t be, you’ve buried her.”

  “We got a package in the post today. We didn’t open it until a few hours ago and it was full of pictures of her. Recent ones,” she says and lets out a sob.

  “How do you know they’re recent? Maybe they are old pictures or have maybe been photoshopped,” I say, not believing a word this woman has to say.

  “Do you really believe what you just said or are you trying to convince yourself that she’s dead so it’s easier for you to deal with and move on with your life?”

  “I’m not the one who fucking decided to bury her!”

  “We needed closure. Not that you could ever understand how painful it is to lose a child. Or at least think you did. She all grown up and some of the pictures have dates on them. She’s alive, Bennett. We need to find her.”

  “Good luck with that.” My heart is breaking with every second I listen to Nancy’s mother. I didn’t go after her, I didn’t look for her enough. I didn’t have the means or any idea where she could be. I did ask around when it first happened, but I never got anywhere so I gave up on her, I gave up on us.

  “You don’t mean that. I know you were in love with her. We ne-”

  “If you knew I was in love with her, why did you force her to break up with me?” I ask full of rage.

  “Because our worlds were so different. I didn’t want her to get hurt.”

  “And yet look what happened. She was taken away from us, right from under your nose, so to speak. She was your responsibility that evening and you didn’t bother keeping an eye on her. She called me before she disappeared to tell me that you didn’t even pay attention when she told you she needed some air, you didn’t even ask why! God knows what has happened to her because you didn’t care about your daughter. She’s gone because you cared more about what those other rich people thought of you then her.”

  “That’s low but I can understand your frustrations. I just want my daughter back and if anyone can find her, it’s you.”

  “And why would you think that? What about the cops?” I question and take another long drag of my cigarette.

  “The cops? They told us that a lot of teens who ran away from home were never to be found again. We even hired a private investigator but he didn’t find anything either. It’s like she vanished from the face of the earth. We thought she had willingly left us and wasn’t coming back so we needed the closure, that’s why we buried her. But these pictures have given us hope, unfortunately we no longer have the means to look for her,” she says sadly.

  “Yeah, right. Money really can buy everything you know. If you really wanted your daughter back, you would have found a way to do so, considering you’re filthy rich.” I scoff.

  “Sadly it can’t bring our daughter back. We know you’re still close with those cr-”

  “With those what? Criminals? Do you really think this how you’re going to get me to help you find her?” I’m getting beyond pissed off now. It’s one thing to insult me but to mention my fucking brothers? That’s too far.

  “I’m sorry. I know you�
�re part of an MC. I kn-”

  “How do you know I’m part of an MC?” I ask curious.

  “Your parents. I asked them if I could contact you. I explained the situation to them and they gave me your number.”

  “Right.” I sigh.

  “I know you have means to find her and get her back. I’ll give you as much money as you want. Name the price. Just bring me my daughter back, I miss her,” she barely manages to get the words out before she breaks down in tears.

  “I thought you didn’t have any money left? Maybe you should have thought more about Nancy before, when you had her with you instead of treating her like a doormat. I’ll look for her, but not for you, for myself. Send me those pictures and I’ll see what I can do. I’ll be the one contacting you next so don’t bother ringing me again.”

  “Thank you so much, Bennett.” She sighs with what I’m guessing is relief.

  “Don’t thank me. As I said, I’m not doing this for you. Ask my parents for my email address.” I don’t wait for an answer as I hang up. I sit on one of the chairs on the deck, resting my elbows on my knees and holding my head in my hands.

  I didn’t need this.

  I didn’t need to know she was still alive.

  I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay away from her now, no matter what kind of life she’s living now.

  I need to see her as much as I need to stay as away from here. How the fuck is that even possible?

  My heart breaks a little more with the thought that she might not want anything to do with me. Maybe that’s why she left?

  “Are you coming back in, Baby?” I hear my booty call giggle. Fuck, I don’t need this shit right now.

  “No. You need to leave. Now.”

  “Are you fucking serious?” She pushes my shoulder in an attempt to get a reaction out of me. Well it’s her lucky day. I get up and look down at her, towering over her by a good two foot.

  “Yes, I’m fucking serious. I’m not in the mood. Get. The fuck. Out of my house!” I all but roar at her, ready to carry her out the door if need be.

  “You’re an asshole.”

  “Ain’t that the truth?” I mutter and sit back down on my chair. I hear her yell insults at me as she walks back inside and slams the front door. I’m still unsure if she’s really gone or lying and waiting in my house but the sound of a car starting assures me that I’ll get some peace tonight.

  I finish my cigarette and head back inside. I lock up downstairs and head to my room. I grab my wallet and take out the only picture I have left of Nancy. It’s a picture of us sitting on the bench in the gazebo where we spent our night dates together. I lie in bed, looking at the picture, brushing my thumb over her face.

  “Where are you, my Gorgeous Girl?” I ask the picture, feeling overwhelmed with an array of emotions ranging from sadness to anger; from love to hate; from sorrow to hope. I put the picture on my nightstand, leaning it against the lamp so she’s looking at me whilst I sleep and settle down for the night.

  There is one thing I know for sure: I need to find Nancy.

  CHAPTER 4

  Nancy

  I get ready in my small room. I use the term ‘my room’ loosely because although I’ve been here for five years, I still don’t consider it mine. Some girls have grown to be content with what we’re forced to do but I still loathe it all. Having to fuck strangers for money that goes to the worst kind of man isn’t the life I’d ever choose for myself. That is why I’m leaving this all behind me tonight. I might end up dead in a ditch, but that would be better than having to fuck yet another random man for my boss. I don’t see one cent of the money I’m working for. We’re always promised that our cut was being put into accounts for us but I highly doubt that that’s happened, probably because it would help one of us to escape all of this.

  I’m applying my fake eyelashes when he knocks on the door.

  “You’re late again, Nancy.” He sighs heavily.

  “Have you ever tried putting these on? They are a fucking nightmare,” I groan loudly.

  “Do not use that tone with me young lady.”

  “Or what?” I look at him, feeling brave enough defy him today.

  He chuckles. “Getting braver I see, how about you put those lips to a better use than talking back to me?” he snarls.

  “Like what? Sucking a diseased cock?” I gag.

  “Stop being a whiney little bitch and get your ass downstairs. You’re meeting with a very important client tonight. You do not want to disappoint him or me.”

  “Or else?” I raise a perfectly groomed and filled in eyebrow.

  “Or you’ll end up like sweet, little Ashley. Dead. In a ditch. After the whole MC has had a go at you and you will beg for hours that we kill you quickly, just like that little bitch.”

  “I knew it!” I yell at him and he backhands me.

  “Shut up, you little whore!”

  “I’m tired of shutting up and putting up with your bullshit!” Well, this is probably not my best idea considering I want to leave this nightmare. He’s going to be on my ass even more than usual now.

  “Well suck it up, buttercup.” He chuckles to himself. “And get a move on for fuck’s sake!”

  “Eat shit,” I grumble and stalk passed him in heels that are way too high and my black bustier dress that is way too short. I’m all dolled up for something that I don’t want to do and wearing clothes I’d never wear but have no say in the matter. They even go as far as choosing the color of our lingerie. I hate my life.

  “I heard that.” He smacks my ass as I walk past him and I have to pinch myself to hold back a shudder.

  I make my way to the front entrance of the house and nod at Pablo. He’s the doorman, butler, confident, bodyguard, basically, he does everything for the girls. He’s the only good guy here. He always give us a sad smile when we leave the house because he never knows what state we’ll come back in which, unfortunately, neither do we. We could return perfectly fine and hand the boss a load of cash or we could come back battered and bruised. The boss doesn’t care, as long as the clients pay he’s happy. But Pablo, Pablo cares.

  “Stay safe, Nancy,” Pablo tells me sounding sad as I walk out the front door.

  “Always do, Pablo.” I turn around and wink at him, almost falling on my ass in the process. I’m really not good with heels but that’s all we’re given to wear. We’re not allowed any flat shoes and I think it’s another way to make sure we can’t run away.

  “Looks like it.” Pablo chuckles and closes the door behind me.

  I climb into the car that’s driving me to my final destination. I’m feeling suddenly nervous, my heart is in my throat and am pretty sure that I’m going to throw up, but I have to keep a straight face and act as if everything was normal and I wasn’t planning my escape. This is my one and only chance at freedom.

  My driver for the night gives me a sly look as he takes in my more than present cleavage and long bare legs.

  “Looking good tonight, Nancy.”

  “Eyes on the road, John.” I glare at him, not pleased with his behavior. I’m sure it’s all meant in jest to help us relax, but he has that creepy pervert look about him that chills my bones every time I see him.

  “Always.” He chuckles and we drive in silence.

  As usual, I have no idea where I’m taken, who the client is, what he will want or what his fetishes are. It’s incredibly unsettling not knowing who will be on the other side of the door you’re dropped off at. It could be a nice gentleman just needing company for the night or for a dinner, or if you’re unlucky it’s a fucking pervert who’s into bondage and weird ass fetishes. I’ve had my share of those, unfortunately.

  Like all the girls, I often fantasize that one of these ’dates’, as the boss calls them, will be with a nice gentleman who will fall in love with me at first sight and will fight tooth and nail to save me from this life and we’ll live happily ever after. Obviously, that has never happened because the type of clientele my boss attra
cts is far from gentlemanly. Would I be happy if it were to happen? Hell yes, but it wouldn’t be fair on the guy as my heart is still very much taken.

  Bennett.

  It’s been five years since I last saw him and I still remember his dazzling smile, his crazy but loveable personality and his perfect ass as if I only saw him yesterday. I smile to myself thinking about him.

  As I’m thinking about my relationship with Bennett and the ‘what if’s, the car slowly comes to a stop.

  “We’re here,” John says.

  “Thanks, John.” I take a deep breath, put my hand on the handle and go to open the door.

  “Don’t even think about it.” I look at him in confusion as he nods towards the handle.

  “Alright. But if you try to cop a feel I swear to whatever is down there in hell that I’ll knee you in the balls.”

  “Understood.” He nods and gets out of the car before rounding it and opening the car door for me. “Madame.” He smiles at me holding his hand out for me to take.

  “Thank you.” I hold onto his hand, feeling grateful for his sudden act of chivalry or else I have a feeling I’d have broken an ankle. On second thoughts, that might have been a good idea I could have gone to the hospital and escape there.

  “I’d say that it was my pleasure but I don’t like dropping you ladies off in these random places.” He sighs.

  “Why do you do it then?” I ask, my curiosity piqued by his admission.

  “Because I need the money,” he says, having the decency to look ashamed at himself.

  “Why not be a taxi driver?”

  “Because this pays a lot more.”

  “But it’s weighing on your conscience. Can you look in your wife’s eyes every morning when you wake up and every night when you go to bed knowing what you’ve been doing all day?” I get that people need money but fuck, this isn’t something anyone should willingly do.