Page 9 of Merciless

I will show no mercy, and I will get her secrets. No matter how much it hurts.

The corner of my mouth twitches when I sense someone behind me.

He might try to be all stealthy in his attempt to surprise me, but he hasn’t succeeded once in the ten years he’s been trying. I’m not sure why he still bothers. Pigheaded stubbornness, I guess.

Unfortunately, this time, I don’t get to point out the fact that I’m aware he’s standing behind me. The scene playing out on the screen in front of us is too intriguing for him to stay quiet.

“You got a new pet?” JD, my roommate and best friend asks, forgetting about his shitty stealth-like skills and marching into the room like he owns the place.

“Something like that,” I mutter, tipping the glass up and swallowing the contents.

“Who is it?” he asks, as he refills my glass with the bottle in the middle of the coffee table and knocks it back without so much as a wince.

“Do you fucking mind?” I grunt.

“No, not really,” he replies with a smirk before he flops down on the other end of the couch.

His eyes lift as he studies the screen a little closer.

I remain silent. He knows the current occupant of that cell as well as I do.

“Wait,” he says, sitting forward as recognition hits. “Is that—”

“Yep,” I confirm.

Not bothering with the glass this time, I lean forward and swipe the bottle, lifting it to my lips.

“What the fuck did she do?” he asks, resting back once more and spreading his thighs wide as he watches her.

“Tried convincing Kane she was pregnant with his kid,” I say flatly.Aside from my brothers, Kane is my closest friend, most trusted Hawk. There is only one reason I can think she’d fuck with him… surely she’s trying to get to me. Where the hell else did she think that lie would land her?

“The fuck?” he mutters in disbelief.

“Exactly. What fucking game is she playing?”

“Mav know?” he asks, mentioning Alana’s husband and making my fists curl.

“Fuck that prick.”

“I know their relationship is fucked up. But claiming to be preggers with someone else’s spawn can’t be good for any marriage. And a fucking brother too. That shit ain’t cool, man.”

“That ain’t a marriage,” I scoff. I’ve no idea what it is, but it ain’t a fucking marriage.

“Nah, you see the way he looks at her, man.”

“Doesn’t fucking touch her though, does he?” I scoff.

Ripping his gaze from the TV, the side of my face burns with his attention.

“Just spit it out if you want to say something,” I hiss.

Holding his hands up in defense, he turns back to the screen.

“So she’s not pregnant?” he asks, disregarding whatever he was just thinking.

“No, she’s not,” I confirm.

“So why—”

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