Page 45 of Merciless

I love the fucking man, but fuck me, is he a dog. Given half a chance, he won’t stop. If we want her secrets, we need her desperate. Right on the edge, whether it’s out of fear, exhaustion, or desire. That’s when she’ll spill.

The second her fingers begin walking up her stomach, dragging her jersey up, exposing more skin in the process, I know it’s time.

And I’m only proved right as the call connects at the exact moment she cups her breast.

Fucking hell. She’s as bad as him.

No wonder she agreed to be my father’s whore.

I watch the screen with a smirk as JD drops her exactly like I knew he would at my demand. The slight pout on her lips makes it worth it.

“Sorry, Pet. No more fun for you today.”

The second he slams and locks the door, I turn the monitor off and leave my room.

My footsteps pound down the stairs as the door to the basement in the hallway slams closed.

I don’t need to look up to know he’s glaring up at me. He’s too fucking predictable for his own good.

“The fuck, man?” he barks.

“We need to go,” I say, shoulder-checking him as I pass to find my wallet in the kitchen.

“Go where?” he asks, following me, also like I knew he would.

“Clubhouse. Victor wants to discuss something.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t be dumb, JD. That bitch is working for him,” I hiss.

“Victor? She’s working for fucking Victor?”

“Apparently.”

“Mav wouldn’t allow that,” JD states, pissing me off more than he already has.

“How the fuck would you know what Mav wouldn’t allow of his whore of a wife?”

He shrugs. “I dunno. Assuming, I guess.”

“Fuck me. One fucking rub of your dick and she’s got you whipped up like a fucking pussy. Get your head in the game, man.”

“It is,” he snaps back, his jaw locked tight.

“Whatever. We need to go.”

“What does he want?” JD asks, trailing behind me.

“Probably to see if we’ve seen his little bitch.”

“And what the hell are you gonna say if he does.”

“The truth. That I couldn’t give a fuck about Alana or what she’s done.”

His laughter bounces off the walls as I walk toward the front door.

It hits my last fucking nerve.

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