Page 11 of Property of Mercy
“Shut the fuck up, asshole.What the fuck is wrong with her?Why the fuck does she keep fucking doing that?”the very pissed off giant snaps, laying a hand on the back of my head.Warmth spreads through me at his touch.
“She has a major concussion, several bruised body parts and stitches.Let’s add that to the ungodly amount of pain she’s fucking in and ta-fucking-da she pukes on your boots,” the voice that was giving out shit continues speaking.
I try to take in his words between puking spells.It’s nice to know that I don’t have any severe injuries.Now just to figure out how in the actual hell I’m going to make it out of here alive.
When his words finally take root, my eyes snap open and I stand straight up, trying to find the know-it-all man.“Are you telling me I was shot and the motherfucker couldn’t get it right?”
A few chuckles fill the room and I finally take in the fact the office is now filled with several very large angry looking men.Squeaking, I fall back against the wall, trying to put space between me and the giant.He reaches out and wraps a large hand first around my arm before sliding his other up my chest and around my throat with so much anger, and what could be lust, staring back at me, I can’t help the shiver that racks my body.
“It looks like it was just a graze.Who ever tried to shoot you must have been a fucking idiot because yes, he fucked it up somehow,” he says, a look of confusion written across his face.
The room goes silent when men around us realize the predicament that I’m currently in.I hear movement but can’t bring myself to look away from the man that holds my life in his hands.
“Why in the fuck are all you assholes standing in my office looking like you're scared to fucking breathe?”a very stern voice shouts.
He moves up behind the giant, looking over his shoulder and makes eye contact with me.I can’t even take in how truly stunning this man is.“Mercy, why are you holding the little lamb by the throat in my office?”
“It’s fucking weird, she looks so familiar,” the man I now know as Mercy mumbles, narrowing his eyes.
“Okay, well, if you kill her now, she definitely will not be able to talk to us.So, can you let her go?”Mr.Too-good-looking cautiously asks.
“We need some answers and right now she’s our only lead at this damn point,” a very pissed off voice rumbles to my right.
I whimper as the fingers on my throat flex, and Mercy steps closer into my body.A single tear slips down my face, and to my horror, Mercy leans forward, licking the tear away.Gasping, my body sways at the feel of his tongue on my skin.Everything seems to stop, not a sound heard, or breath breathed as if we’re all waiting for an explosion.
“You straight?”Mr.Too-good-looking questions quietly, eyeing us closely.
Mercy snaps his head around to eye the man behind him.Before giving him a stiff nod.Still not letting his hold on my throat ease in the slightest.My head spins again, and I don’t know if it’s from my anxiety restricting my airway or the hand I’m currently wearing as a necklace.
“Are you going to kill me?”I’m finally able to rasp.
“And why would that be the first question you ask?Have you done something that warrants you being killed?”Mr.Too-good-looking’s voice is dripping with false concern.
I shrug my shoulder, eyeing all the men in the room one at a time, seeing they’re all wearing a leather vest like the man that tried to shoot me.
Bringing my eyes back to Mercy, my brain-to-mouth filter falters, “it was men wearing vests like yours that did this to start with.”
I wave a hand around the side of my head that has the stitches.Mercy uses his hold on my throat to tilt my head so he can look at the stitches.Growling low in his throat as his eyes ignite with anger.
“Cuts,” someone new snaps from somewhere in the room.
“Cut what?”I query, pulling my eyebrows down.As I do, I hiss at the pull it caused on my stitches.
Mr.Too-good-looking sighs, “Let's take this somewhere that doesn’t smell like fucking vomit and get a little more comfortable.Terro, has the furniture for the new conference room showed up?”
Someone that I am guessing is Terro answers him, “Yeah, the prospects got it set up yesterday.”
“Alright, let's move this in there.Terro, Blitz, Remedy, Rhino, Hermes, Mercy, and Blender let's go see what we can find out from our little lamb.”Mr.Too-good-looking snaps out.
Despite the murmuring voices and shuffling feet in the crowded room, Mercy remained utterly still.Our gazes collide and everything else falls away.I gasp as once again my new necklace flexes.I don’t dare move or try to pull away.Someone slaps Mercy on the back, causing him to growl at the person.
“Bring her with us.You don’t have to let her go, but you do have to bring her with us,” a chuckling voice tosses out before I hear retreating footsteps, leaving me alone with my very own monster.
Mercy finally loosens his grip on my throat and takes a slight step away from me.“Make no mistake, if you in any way try to run, lie to us, or pull anything funny—Iwillkill you.”
I nod slowly, too afraid of what moving too quickly would mean.
Mercy grunts, then uses his hold on my arm to guide me out of the office and back into the hallway.Mercy glares back at me when I can’t seem to stay in step with him.My brain-to-mouth filter decided to once again malfunction.
