Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC Series Book 5) by Muriel Garcia Page A

brought us to Penhurst, Texas and I started to notice a difference in my parents. They were happier, friendlier and more loving. They bought a really luxurious house in a really fancy neighborhood which was not like us at all. We were used to the MC lifestyle but my parents wanted to take a step back and try to live a normal life. I don’t know what made them choose this neighborhood but I’ll be forever grateful that they did. If they had chosen anywhere else, even the next town over, then I would have never met Nancy. The person who changed my life the moment I saw her, whether that was for the better or not, I’m not too sure anymore.
    The first time I met her was the day we moved into the house next door and I can remember it like it was yesterday. It was a warm sunny afternoon towards the end of the summer. We were just two kids back then; she was seventeen and I was eighteen. I was still living with my parents out of convenience and comfort; I didn’t see the point in having my own place. I was used to living in a large community staying with them made sense to me, even if a lot of kids back then found it lame. My parents might have left the MC lifestyle not long after our move, but I didn’t. I was just starting to embrace it in one of the chapters. I loved the big family and living life on the edge. I was a bit of a rebel so the MC helped fuel my desire to cause mayhem whenever the opportunity presented itself.
    I was moving boxes from the moving truck into the house when I saw her. I could feel a pair of eyes on me and I looked up to see her watching me from her bedroom window. My first thought was that I hoped it was her bedroom because I had picked the room directly across from it. No more than three feet must be separating the two houses. If it was hers then it would be a great way to get to know each other and it didn’t take us long to start talking over the short distance between our windows. It might sound a bit old school but it was the only way we could communicate to begin with. Her parents were keeping tabs on her accounts and phone. They disapproved of my parents’ lifestyle and made it clear that we had no place in ‘their’ neighborhood. They were the most arrogant, up tight people I have ever met. I’m surprised Nancy didn’t turn out the same way and that she took a liking to me because usually the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. Instead, she was the complete opposite, she was the sweet, kind, innocent girl and I was the bad boy any seventeen year old girl would want.
    We had our first chat after I had just finished moving boxes into my new room. I didn’t bother unpacking them, I had more important things to do. I wanted to meet my new neighbor, the special girl who seemed to have stolen my heart with just one glance. I made my way through the boxes to the window and opened it with a smile on my face because she was still standing there, watching my every move like she was in a trance. There was an awkward silence at first where we just stared at each other. She was breathtaking with the perfect amount of innocent and mischief in her eyes, soft pouty lips and long brown hair. I could feel myself falling for this girl and we hadn’t even spoken to each other. I felt that my first words to her should have been more than just a simple greeting but I got tongue tied and the only thing that came out was a lame ‘Hey’.
    “Hey back.” She smiles and God her smile is dazzling. “You don’t look like you and your family belong here,” she tells me, sounding sad.
    “I know. I have no idea why they wanted to move here to be honest.” I shrug and lean against the window frame with my eyes fixed solely on her.
    “Well you won’t hear anything from me but I can’t say the same for my parents or the neighbors. They are all quite judgmental.” She frowns which makes her cute little nose scrunch up.
    “I’m sure we’ll survive. We don’t take shit from anyone and people