Page 12 of Merciless

I could look through the peepholes and into all of these rooms before I enter. But where’s the fun in that?

Knowing what I’m about to walk into is fucking boring. Anyone who knows me knows I like to be kept on my toes. I fucking love walking into unknown situations. It’s one of the things that really gets my blood pumping.

Although, this time, I have a pretty good idea about what I’m going to find because I spent an embarrassing amount of time upstairs watching her do absolutely nothing. She might have taken a few minutes to check the place out but that’s all the excitement I got.

Oh, that and watching her pee. Not exactly the things a captor’s dreams are made of.Or maybe it is. Who the fuck am I to judge?

But throwing the door open, I find things are improving slightly.

While her face might remain as impassive as it was when I questioned her earlier, her body tells a slightly different story.

She’s backed into the corner with her arms wrapped around her legs, as if she’s trying to hold herself together.

So which is it?

Is she the confident hardass she tried to convince me of earlier by refusing to give me anything? Or is she the weak, terrified little woman her newly-taken position would make me believe?

If my thoughts upstairs about her reasons for being here are right, then I’d go with the former.

The rest is all an act.

Although, if I find out that I’m right and she and Mav are playing some sick and twisted game to try and bring me down, then she has every right to be fucking terrified.

Him too.

I’ve been waiting for fucking years to have it out with him.

He’s been a thorn in my side since I was old enough to know his name.

He might be older, but he’s never going to have the power I have. And he fucking hates it.

He wants my position. My gang.

It’s never going to fucking happen, though.

He can send his little bitch in to do his dirty work all he likes. Neither of them will ever get what they want from me.

Lifting her chin, she lets her eyes drop down my body, blatantly checking me out.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away for long,” she taunts.

“Is that why you’re sitting there shamelessly showing me your panties?” I ask, without breaking our eye contact, to look at the small strip of lace that covers her cunt.

She really needs to reconsider if she thinks she’s going to be able to manipulate me that easily.

I couldn’t give a fuck if she’s got a pussy or a dick. She fucked with one of my closest friends.

As far as I’m concerned, she’s the enemy right now, and only one of us holds the power.

“Whoops,” she whispers innocently as she releases her legs and presses her feet to the floor.

The air crackles as she saunters over. Her sweet, floral perfume fills my nose, and I swear it goes straight to my dick.

Holding my eyes, she moves closer until the heat of her body hits my chest.

Her head tilts to the side before she asks, “Was there something you wanted, Big Man?"

“Something I wanted?” I reply dryly.“I’m not the one locked up in a basement with no promise of ever seeing the light of day again, Pet.”

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