Page 16 of Property of Mercy
“What do you mean?She didn’t exist until four years ago?”Relic questions leaning back in his chair.
“That’s just it.On the surface, it appears what Paisley told us is true.The thing is, when I dig deeper, it appears that her life was someone else's,” Hermes says quickly, still going to town on his keyboard.
“You're not making any sense, brother.”Blitz snaps, drumming his fingers on the table once again.
Hermes sighs, looking up like we’re all idiots.“Okay, the easiest way I can explain it is this—at some point, Paisley found someone's information that was parallel to hers and erased their name and applied hers to it.I don’t get it.It just seems too easy.”
He stops talking and goes back to clicking away on his keyboard.The room sits in silence as we all process his words.My anger and frustration grow until I feel as if I need to tear my skin off for some relief.
“Looks to me like our little lamb has some fucking explaining to do,” I boom, shoving to my feet and making my way to the door.
I ignore all my brothers hanging around the bar as I make my way to my room.The prospect is standing outside and eyes me warily as I march toward him.
“You're free to go,” I toss at him as I unlock my bedroom door and step inside, my anger rising even more as I find it empty.
I silently close the door behind me, being sure to lock it.I allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room, catching the faint light from under the bathroom door.If I was a good and decent man I would knock on the door and let her know that I’m in the room.Sad thing is I’m not a good or decent man.Hell, most days I’m not even an okay man, so why pretend today when we have a lying bitch to get answers from?
I make my way across the dark room, testing the door to see if it’s locked.When I find it is not, I slowly push it open, listening for any movement.When I hear nothing coming from the bathroom, dread tries to fight its way past the anger.Only to lose when the door is fully open and all I see is Paisley asleep in a full bathtub of bubbles and water.I react without thought.Surprise, that's nothing fucking new.
“Have you lost your goddamn mind?”I thunder, storming across the tile floor toward the tub.
Reaching her before she has time to process what’s going on, I grasp under her arms and snatch her out of the water, bringing her eye level with me.Her eyes snap open wide and search the room before settling on mine.For a moment I watch the fear wash away and she relaxes before they open even wider than before.Her hand snaps up, trying to cover her mouth.Understanding hits me just as the words try to escape her lips.
“I’m going to …” Before she can finish, Paisley is vomiting once again.
“Can you fucking stop that shit already?”I growl, placing her in the shower and turning it on full blast, not giving her time to get out of the way of the icy water.
Paisley screeches, trying to get away from the spray as I kick my boots and socks off, hang my cut on the back of the bathroom door, then pull my shirt over my head.I reach for my jeans when her words give me pause.
“You know if you didn’t keep scaring the hell out of me or, I don’t know,manhandlingme, I might be able to stop puking on you.”She is glaring at me with her arms crossed to try to hide her tits from me.
I cock a single eyebrow at her and step into the shower stall, crowding her against the cold tile behind her.She gasps, trying to take a step away, only to realize she has nowhere to go at this point.The itch to wrap my fingers around her throat is just too much for me to fight.I lean my left hand on the wall beside her head as I slowly drag my fingers from her hip, up her side and down her arm before striking like a snake.
She pants, arching into me.Leaning forward, I whisper, “See, your smart mouth is spewing bullshit when your body is begging for me to manhandle you.Which am I supposed to believe, Little Lamb?”
She shutters under my hold and whispers, “That’s just it, I don’t know which to believe either.”
Her words act as a starting pistol.I pull back, watching her for just a second before the feel of her hand on my side breaks all control.I tighten my grip on her throat as I slam my mouth onto hers.I use my hold to tilt her head to the exact angle I need her to be.Sweeping my tongue across the seam of her lips, searching—scratch that—demandingentrance.She continues to deny me until I flex my grip and she gasps.I invade her mouth, branding her with every swipe and stroke.The bite of nails on my side just stirs the need building inside of me.
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AINSLEY
Sinking my nails into Mercy’s side, I don’t know if I’m trying to push him away or pull him closer to me.There’s this small voice in my head telling me to stop, to not let this happen, but the hussy inside me is begging to know what this man can do.The feelings that he pulls from me are unlike anything I’ve ever known was possible.I work to match the way his tongue is exploring me, but I just get lost in the feeling of being owned.
Maybe to finally belong somewhere, that pesky voice deep inside of me whispers.
Mercy leaves my mouth, trailing kisses across my jaw to my ear.“Everything in me is begging to pick you up and watch as your sweet little pussy takes my cock.”
I gasp at the harshness of his words and how saying them seems to cause him pain.
His hold on me tightens to the point I’m probably going to have bruises this time.
“Too bad we know you’re a lying bitch.”He leans away, glaring at me as a sinister smile spread across his face.“That look is all I needed to see to know that you’re lying about all the shit you told us in there.So, either you tell me why you fucking lied without visiting the barn or I drag your naked ass out there and get the answers however we see fit.”
I try to swallow around not only the hand gripping my throat but the invisible lump that has grown there.There is no way they figured it out already.I paid good money for it to be believable.I mean, how do I tell this man in this club that a man wearing a cut like them tried to kill me for being in the wrong place at the wrong time?How do I even know that these are the same men?I want to tell someone anyone.I’ve been living with this secret for the last four years.
Life is hard on the run, looking over my shoulder at every turn.Jumping at every shadow or every unknown person who shows up.At this point, it almost seems better for me to just let Mercy do the honors of killing me so I can finally atone for all those that I’ve failed.
