Page 15 of Merciless
“Ellis find all that out, did he?” I ask, mentioning one of his younger brothers. The computer geek to be more specific.
From what I’ve heard, if you need intel on someone, then Ellis can get it.
Honestly, I expected them to do exactly this.
Self-destruction at its finest.
I’m sure a psychologist would have a fucking wet dream with all my lifetime trauma shit.
“Where I get my intel from isn’t a concern of yours. All that matters is whether it’s correct. And I can see in your eyes that this is.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss, hating that he’s pressing on one of my few weak points.
“Oh, that hurts, doesn’t it, Pet?”
He kneels down, pressing his knee to the hard surface of my bed, and leans in close.
Too fucking close.
I want to lean back to escape him, but I refuse to show any kind of weakness.
But as the heat of his body rushes across my skin, I can’t help the urge to do the opposite and move closer.
And it only gets stronger when I suck in a breath. It’s laced with his scent. It makes my mouth water. It’s entirely too tempting, seeing as the man kneeling before me is nothing but a monster.
“Keep your secrets,” he drawls, his warm breath rushing over my skin, making goose bumps erupt. “Lock them up as tight as you can, if you wish. But don’t think they’ll stay that way forever.
“I have ways of making people talk. Ways that would keep you up at night. Ways that always produce results.”
“There’s always one exception to the rule.”
“That there is. But I can assure you, you’re not going to be it. I’ve no idea what’s going on here, but Kane is one of my closest, most loyal men. You go up against him, you go up against all of us. And I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that you don’t want the wrath of the Harris brothers. One of us is bad. But all of us. That’s the thing nightmares are made of right there, Pet.”
“Do what you want. What I’ve done and the reasons why are none of your business.”
His eyes darken dangerously.
“Oh, Pet. That’s where you are so very wrong. Right now, you are locked up in the basement of my house, with every chance you’ll never see above those stairs again. Everything about this situation is my motherfucking business.
“Didn’t you get the memo? I own this town. Every single inch of land and every single cunt that walks on it.
“You. Your pathetic excuse for a husband. Anyone else you might be working with. All of you belong to me.”
“Victor,” I spit. “We all belong to Victor. You’re nothing. Just his little puppet who runs around doing his dirty work. The only person anyone answers to in this town is him.”
It’s bullshit. Everyone is fucking terrified of Reid Harris, but equally, they’re all desperate to see him take over and rule our town better than his corrupt old man ever has.
It might be hard to believe while I’m locked up in his basement, but Reid has a hell of a lot more morals than his father.
That asshole will do anything, sell anything, and kill anyone if it makes him a few bucks.
Reid isn’t about the money or the fame.
There’s more to him than that. Something that Mav refuses to see or accept. But it’s something I haven’t been able to deny after spending so much time with Kane over the past eighteen months.
Reid wasn’t wrong earlier when he said Kane and him are tight. I learned more about my husband’s mortal enemy in just a few dates than I ever thought I would.
I hoped that by accepting the job Victor lined up for me that I might be able to get some solid evidence behind Mav’s hatred of Reid. But I never did.