Page 180 of Merciless

“Me?” he asks, pointing at himself.

“Yeah, you.”

“Just fucking drive, asshole,” he sulks, turning to look out the windshield.

Letty grew up in the Creek, so nothing we pass on the way to the clubhouse is new to her. But that doesn’t stop her from staring out the window with wide eyes.

“Don’t tell me you miss the place,” I tease.

“Not one bit,” she mutters before falling silent again.

The second we pull up to the clubhouse and find everyone’s cars here, we jump out and march toward the door.

Eyes turn to me before one of our senior members stalks over.

I guess I could call him a friend. We went through school together and did all our initiation shit to become fully-fledged Hawks together. But I don’t. Outside of JD, my brothers and Kane, I don’t trust anyone.He is an ally though, and when the shit hits the fan, I’m confident he’ll be standing behind me. Not Victor.

“They’re down at the cells,” he says quietly, ensuring no one but me can hear him. “They were dragging Kane into number three a few hours ago.”

Clapping him on the shoulder, I jerk my chin in that direction, silently instructing Devin to move.

“Thanks, man. Appreciate it.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

With a nod of agreement, I take off, stepping beside Letty, so she’s protected by both of us.

I’m pretty sure her previous visit here was her first, and I’d imagine she’d hoped that would be her last too.

We just hit the long dark hallway that leads to our cells when the crack of a gunshot rips through the air.

My heart jumps into my throat as Letty whimpers beside me.

Wrapping my arm around her in support, we approach the door Cash told me they were hiding behind. Reaching out, I swing it open before demanding Letty stay where she is and step inside to assess the situation.

My stomach knots when my eyes land on Kane on the floor, blood rushing from a bullet wound in his shoulder.

Unsurprisingly, Letty defies my order and flies into the cell, immediately dropping to her knees beside him.

Turning away from them, I find exactly what I was expecting: Victor fucking Harris watching the scene play out before him with an accomplished smirk playing on his lips. And right beside him, Razor Murray. Also looking like a smug asshole. But what I’m not expecting is to lock eyes with Mav.

He looks like shit, but then I didn’t really expect anything else after fucking up his face on Friday night. But it’s the darkness in his eyes that makes me question what’s really happened here.

“What the fuck is this?” I bark, directing it straight at my father.

It’s no secret that my loyalties are with Kane.

“That’s between me and Legend.”

“Not when he’s bleeding out from the bullet you fired,” I spit, glancing down at his gun that’s hanging limply at his side.

“My soldier, not yours,” he taunts, pulling rank over me.

“Let him go. You made your agreement with him, fucking honor it.”

His smirk grows before he slowly begins shaking his head patronizingly.

He lifts his disappointed gaze from me when Letty’s rough, emotional voice fills the air. "We're going to get you out of here. You're going to be okay.”

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