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Page 149 of Merciless

“What?” I ask, pushing from the uncomfortable as shit cot to sit beside her. “I’m right and you know it.”

Lowering her hands, she shoots me a coy look. “It was alright,” she confesses.

“Alright? You’re so full of shit, Dove. I’m better than Kane and we both know it.”

A humorless laugh falls from her lips.

“Nah, fuck that. There’s no fucking way Legend has better moves than I do.”

“More metal doesn’t equate to better moves. As they say, it’s not the size that matters, it’s—”

I catch her lips twitch in amusement.

She shrieks when I dig my fingers into her ribs, tickling her until she’s laughing and screaming for reprieve.

“Shouldn’t have lied to me then, should you?” I tease, lifting her and placing her on my lap.

Her legs wrap around my waist, leaving us almost chest to chest.

“What are we doing?” she asks quietly.

“Bit early for the ‘where is this going’ conversation, don’t you think?”

“Julian,” she whispers. “He’s going to kill you.”

“No, he won’t,” I assure her. “He’ll be jealous as fuck. And he might well hurt me. But he loves me too much to kill me.”

Ripping her eyes from mine, she locks her gaze on the wall over my shoulder.

“I’m not—we’re not—doing anything to hurt him. We have no grand plan to bring the mighty Reid Harris to his knees. My secrets… what I’m hiding. It’s… it’s nothing like that.

“I never wanted to hurt Kane, or you, or Reid.

“I know that Mav hates him. But I don’t.”

“Even after all this?” I ask.

She shrugs. “This…” she repeats before falling silent. I want to interrupt and try and dig some more out of her. “This hasn’t been so bad.”

I wait for her to laugh, to tell me that she’s joking. But she never does.

My chin drops in shock as I think about all the things he’s subjected her to. The pretty pink gems in her nipples being the best of those things. In my opinion, anyway.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“The bed could be more comfortable, and it could be a little warmer. But yeah. I’ve experienced worse.”

She refuses to meet my eyes, but I need to see her. Reaching out, I cup her jaw and turn her to face me.

“Talk to me, little dove. Whatever it is, I’m here.”

The darkness of the shadows that haunt her eyes makes my stomach knot and my chest ache.

She shakes her head. It’s so subtle that I'd probably miss it if I weren’t so close.

Dragging my thumb across her jaw, I capture her bottom lip and tug it down.

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” I tell her, releasing her lip. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t change who you are.”




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