Page 53 of Merciless

“I’ll take that as a no then,” he mutters, reaching for a couple of fries, which I allow. “So that leads me to believe that he either has something over you, or you’re trying to get something out of him.”

“Think what you like, I’m not talking because you brought me a bag full of McDonald’s. It’ll take more than that to get my secrets.”

“I just saw him,” JD says, making my head spin.

“Who? Victor?” I ask, my blood turning to ice just thinking about the twisted cunt.

“Well, yeah. But I was talking about Mav.”

“Oh,” falls from my lips as I fight to lock down how I really feel. “How was he?” I ask, hopefully nonchalantly.

“Honestly?”

“Well, I’m not sitting here hoping you’re going to lie to me,” I scoff.

“He’s a mess.”

All the air rushes from my lungs as he delivers those three words. He might as well have swung a bat and struck me across the back.

“He called a meeting because he can’t find you, or any trace of where you disappeared to. Victor, Razor, and your dad couldn’t have looked less concerned about it.”

A bitter laugh falls from my lips.

“I’m shocked.”

“Well, if you really are working for Victor, I’d have expected him to be a little concerned.”

“That would mean he’d have to explain why he’s suddenly so interested in me.”

“So no one knows you’ve been working for him.” It isn’t a question. It doesn’t need to be.

“Even the most corrupt have limits with who they associate.”

JD’s eyes widen.

“What? You think he wanted me on his payroll?” Not that the cunt actually pays me, of course.

The reason I didn’t have a choice but to agree to his demands had nothing to do with money.

JD studies me and I internally cringe.

Without saying much, I’m giving things away. And I’m quickly learning that JD is much more astute than most would believe him to be. Something tells me that there might just be more to this cheeky playboy than meets the eye.

“Did you want a shower?” he asks, changing the subject and giving me whiplash.

I look down at the half-eaten burger in my hand, realizing I can’t stomach any more.

“A shower?” I echo. “Why?”

His smirk widens. “Well, generally people shower to get clean. But I guess some do other things.” He leans closer, to whisper in my ear, “Like get off.”

A needy whimper passes my lips before I manage to catch it as the memory of his hands on me earlier floods my mind.

“You ever done that?” he rasps, his warm breath rushing down my neck, making my nipples pebble.

“Done what?” I ask innocently.

“Nice try. I know you’re not that sweet and innocent. I’ve heard some of the things you’ve got up to with Legend.”

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