Page 46 of Merciless

I spin around faster than he can compute and have him backed up against the wall with my forearm against his throat.

“You had one thing to do, JD. One. You know exactly what I’d do to any other motherfucker who disrespected me like that.”

His smirk grows.

“Fuck off, Harris. You knew exactly what I was gonna do down there after getting a warning not to touch her. You wouldn't have planted the seed if you didn’t want me to try and break her. Not my fault you took the wrong course of action with your big bad scary gangster routine. Haven’t I told you before? It’s the gentle touch that gets results.”

Like a patronizing little prick, he pats my cheek.

“Cunt,” I hiss, shoving away from him.

“Guilty. Just like you, motherfucker. What was that?” he asks, not hearing the curses I mutter under my breath.

“Fuck off.”

“You’re just pissed because you know I’m going to get the intel before you. How about we make it really worth our while?” he suggests.

I don’t respond, instead focusing on climbing into my car, but he continues the second he’s in my passenger seat. “I bet I can break her with gentle touches and sweet words long before you can scare the truth out of her.”

“You seriously want to make a bet out of this?” I ask as I spin my Charger around in front of the house and press my foot to the gas, sending stones shooting up behind us as we take off.

“Sure, why not. It’s about time we had some fun. Shit’s been hella serious recently. And in case you hadn’t noticed, you’re stressed as fuck.”

“Then maybe I should be the one trying to convince her to talk with my dick,” I mutter.

He barks out a laugh. “Yeah, maybe. You won’t though, and we both know it.”

“What the fuck is that meant to mean?” I growl, irritation rolling through me at his assumption.

“You had her strapped to a fucking chair for hours and you never laid a finger on her. You ain’t gonna fuck her, even though you want to.”

“She’s Mav’s wife.” I grunt.“Brothers’ wives are off-limits.”

“Even more reason to, don’t you think?”

“No. I don’t think. I don’t want anything that belongs to him.”

“He still calling her cell?” he asks, changing the subject slightly.

“Yeah.”

“So safe to say that he’s not in on this then if he’s freaking the fuck out.”

My grip on the wheel tightens as the gates that hide the entrance to my castle slide open, revealing the road on the other side.

I want to agree, but I don’t trust that sly motherfucker.

It could easily be an act. Just like their marriage.

“Only time will tell,” I state, taking a sharp left that will lead us into the pits of hell, where my father chooses to rule his empire.

He still has the house we all grew up in, but he’s hardly ever there. Instead, Hannah, our youngest brother’s mom, is in that house alone, while Victor fucks whatever whore he wants at the club.

Fuck knows why she still sticks around. Victor can’t be bothered with her, and Gray is gone. She hasn’t really got much to hang around for. It’s not like any of us need her.

We might have a better relationship with her than we used to, but she’s not exactly a mother to us. We had one of those, a really fucking good one who didn’t deserve to be replaced.

She was way too good for a cunt like Victor. She should have gotten so much more out of life than what that prick gave her. Aside from us of course. Her boys were everything to her. She just hated what we were ultimately going to be.

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