Page 12 of Property of Mercy
“Sorry, not only am I about seven inches shorter than you, but I was also just nearly killed not too long ago, and my body doesn’t seem to be moving like it needs to,” I snap while glaring at him.
When we enter the room, the sudden hush and the weight of all those men's stares made me stumble backward into Mercy.Most of them look guarded, amused, and even slightly interested.There are a few pairs of eyes that look as if they would rather slit my throat than have me in their space.I once again try to take a step back, meeting a hard body.
“Sit,” Mercy grunts, nudging me forward.
I take small, unsteady steps into the room and sit in one of the only three seats available.There is a man that looks as if murder is his only option is leaning against the far wall.Mercy ignores the seat next to me, standing sentry behind me.
“Let’s start with who we all are,” Mr.Too-good-looking starts, “I’m Relic this here is my left is my VP Raider, to my right is Terro, then you have Remedy, Blitz, Rhino, Hermes and against the wall is Blender and Mercy.Can you tell us who you are?”
I take a moment to decide what to do.I don’t know what kind of reach these guys have, but I know I need to be very careful.I’ve spent a lot of time and effort building my new life when I ran away.The promise of my death if anything happened to Jenny, had been just that—a promise.I knew after the cops left that her brother and his people wouldn’t be far behind them, so I did what I do best.I ran and made sure that my tracks were covered well.
“Paisley,” I whisper, praying they can’t hear the lie.
7
MERCY
Ieye the woman in front of me, fighting the all-consuming need to wrap my hand back around her throat and stake my claim.To hold her close and settle the rage stored inside my soul.
The fuck?Stake my claim?I’ve obviously fucking lost my mind.
“Our vests are called cuts,” Remedy gives her a soft smile as he follows up on his correction from the office.He has perfected the calm demeanor used to disarm those around him, making them comfortable enough to start talking.
“Wh-What?Oh … vests or cuts, it doesn’t matter.What matters tomeis that men wearing the same things came into that hellhole, blew it right the hell up, and then tried to shoot me.So again, I ask—are you going to kill me?”she snaps, her small body stiffening under our stares, seemingly annoyed.
I’m watching close enough that I see the tremble of her lips and the shaking of her hands after she snaps at everyone.Oh, my little lamb isn’t as tough as she would like us to believe she is.
“Whether or not we kill you depends on what you’re willing to tell us about what happened last night,” Blender murmurs, leaning close to her and taking satisfaction in the fear that rolls off her.
She looks over her shoulder first at him, turning so white that I fear she might actually pass out.Her gaze swept across the room, lingering on each man before she rose, her chair screeching slightly as she turned it to face me.“If I choose not to answer your questions or say anything, then what?”
I don’t move a muscle or say anything as she watches me watch her.The need to possess her is something I can no longer fight.I strike out, wrapping my hand around her throat, pulling her to her feet.Once she is standing, I bring her so she is nose-to-nose with me.“You will answer the questions and tell us everything you know.If you don’t, then death will be what you wish for by the time we are done with you.This is the only time you get a choice because don’t be confused, we will get the answers we want.”
The look of shock and even a little horror causes me to smirk.Using the grip I have on her, I turn her so she is facing the men at the table.My hand doesn’t loosen or move.With her back to me, my arm lays between her ample chest.Using my thumb, I stroke the racing pulse point.I take several large steps back, dragging her with me so I can lean on the wall, causing her to have to lean against my chest.
Pres started speaking before I made my move, “We don’t plan to hurt … damn it, Mercy let her fucking go,” he finishes.
I lean into her ear, making eye contact with my Pres as I speak low, “I don’t think I will.I like having our little lamb tucked tight to the big bad wolf.”
I flex my fingers around her throat as she swallows.Breathing deep, I take in the scent of her—blood, fire, smoke, and booze.Under all that, there is a hint of wildflowers and cinnamon.My cock is stone at this point.Tilting her head so I can stare into her all-knowing orbs daring me to do something, I squeeze just a little harder to gauge what reaction I’ll get from our little lamb.The black that’s wrapped around my soul shifts when I find under all her fear there is desire flaring and begging to be stocked.
She reaches up, wrapping her small hands around my wrist.“If I’m dead, you won't get any answers from me.So, what do you want more—me dead or the answers you seek?”
“Damn it, Mercy, let her fucking go,” Pres’s roar finally breaking through the spell she seems to have cast on me.
“No, she can talk from here.”Giving a small shrug, I tighten my hold on her throat, never breaking eye contact with her.“Best way to know if someone is lying is their pulse.I have the perfect feel of it right here.”
Terro pinches his nose, shaking his head.“One day!All I ask is for one day that one of these psychos doesn’t thirst for the taste of the kill.”
“Should’ve found different friends there, brother,” Rhino chuckles, leaning back into his chair.
My little lamb whimpers in my hold at the same time as I watch the fire from her soul rage in her eyes.The sound nearly causes me to cum in my jeans like a fucking teenager.My imagination brings up images of other things I could do to cause her to whimper like that.I watch the fire flame brighter just as I feel the bite of her nails as she digs them into the soft flesh of my wrist.Hissing through my teeth at the pain, I don’t even try to stop the psychotic smile that spreads across my face.
“Oh, it seems our sweet little lamb has claws,” I murmur, leaning into her so my mouth is just a whisper away from hers.“Are you prepared for the consequences of your actions, Little Lamb?”
“What worse could you do when currently my only option is dying?”Her eyes go wide when the last word leaves her mouth as if she didn’t mean to say it out loud.
“Oh, there are things so much worse than death.”I place a chaste kiss on her mouth.“My question right this second is, are you willing to pay up?”
