Page 54 of Merciless

“I didn’t have him pegged as a gossip,” I state, my heart rate increasing.

If JD and Reid know all about what I was up to with Kane, then it could so easily get back to Mav.

The others Vic had me spend time with weren’t as tight to the Hawks' inner circle. They were safer. But Kane… He was always going to be the one to unravel this whole thing.

But would he even care? A little voice mutters in the back of my head.

JD said that Mav’s a mess trying to find me. But is that just his need to be my big brother taking over again?

I appreciate his support more than I could ever express. But at the same time, it’s frustrating as fuck.

Mav isn’t my big brother. Nor have I ever wanted him to be.

I might have been only sixteen when he rescued me, but I’d experienced more than most adults by the time Mav took me in and gave me a real home.

My body knew what it wanted, and my head was fully on board too. It’s a shame he wasn’t in the same place. And never has been.

I did everything I could think of. Tried to tempt him in any way I could. But he never cracked. I’d seen him with girls before we started our life together, so I know he isn’t gay.

So why was I never good enough?

“So?” JD asks, his brows wiggling.

“What do you think?” I snap.

With my husband not putting out, I was forced to do the job myself. Safe to say, I’ve got a very good imagination and I’ve long learned all the things I like, and how to get myself off faster than I once thought possible.

His smile grows.

“I think I’m going to need evidence.”

“And I think you’re a pig,” I mutter, shoving the bag on my bed and climbing to my feet.

Despite having food, the room still spins and my legs tremble.

I guess it’ll take a little longer to get my strength back up.

“You okay?” JD asks, his large, hot hand landing on my waist to steady me.

“Yeah. Which way is the shower?”

Taking my hand, he tugs me toward the door.

“I’m capable of just following, you know,” I hiss.

“Humor me.”

“You must be going through a dry spell if holding hands is making you happy right now.”

“Who said we’re stopping at holding hands,” he counters, shooting a wicked look over his shoulder.

“I am,” I state, continuing to be towed along until I’m standing in the middle of a bathroom behind a door I didn’t know existed on the other side of Reid’s interrogation room.

“Go on then,” JD encourages, a little too close, seeing as he’s suggesting I get naked and step into the shower on the other side of the room.

“I don’t need a spectator.”

“Then you don’t need a shower badly enough,” he counters.

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