Page 5 of Merciless

He promised himself to me. He gave his life in return for keeping me safe.

Yet he never gave me his body.

And after the life I’d lived, I craved it.

I wanted his touch, his kiss. His everything.

I got the soft side of him. But I knew there was so much more to the man who allowed me to restart my life.

He was a brutal, vicious, bloodthirsty killer, just like the rest of them.

So why wouldn’t he unleash that beast on me?

Am I so irrevocably broken that even a man with that much blood on his hands can’t bear to touch me?

Am I that poisonous? That tainted?

A heavy sigh passes my lips as I rest my brow against my knees.

I know the answers to those questions.

I have for years.

It doesn’t make them any easier to swallow, though.

My breath catches when there’s a loud bang on the other side of my door and my heart jumps into my throat, my pulse picking up speed with the thought of my captor swinging my door open and coming for me.

He might have tried scaring all my secrets out of me at first, but he’s been weirdly quiet ever since.His only brand of torture so far seems to be the arctic temperature making my teeth chatter loudly.

Being here isn’t a surprise, not really.

I knew what I was getting myself into the day I agreed to be Victor Harris’s little bitch.

If it weren’t him who got bored of me and finally put an end to my pitiful life, then it was going to be his eldest, most sinister, and twisted son.

The guy is a fucking legend on the streets of Harrow Creek.

The infamous son of their beloved Hawk leader. The heir, the future boss.

The merciless killer who stops at nothing to get exactly what he wants.

And right now, he wants intel from me.

Well… I might look like a dumb blonde who lets men do whatever they want to her, but beneath the façade, there’s a lot more. And Reid Harris is about to learn that I’m not the easy target he probably has me marked as.

I’ve survived twenty-one years on this Earth, and every single day I’ve been surrounded by Hawks. Some might be more deadly and terrifying than others. But I’ve learned a thing or two about how they work and what they want.

And I have prided myself on being the very opposite. I don’t bend to their will and follow their demands at the drop of the hat. I refuse to worship them like the kings they think they are. Unless the job calls for me to get on my knees and beg for mercy, in which case I’ll make an exception for the sake of my life.

I haven’t survived all this time to give up now.

If I wanted to end it all, I could have a long time ago.

Maybe I should have. After I lost Kristie, maybe I should have put myself out of my misery.

It sure would have saved a lot of pain and suffering.

But it hasn’t all been bad,a little voice pipes up.

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