Page 176 of Merciless

"Because I know things you don't."

"Oh?" Victor asks, although he barely sounds interested.

Kane sits there silently for a few moments before pushing his hair back off his brow. It’s slick with blood, but it doesn’t seem to bother him.

But then he averts his gaze from Victor in favor of my dad, and then he turns his eyes on me.

He stares at me like he knows me. Like he knows my secrets.

My brows pinch in confusion. What the hell could he have to say to me?

"You missing something that belongs to you, Mav?"

My chin almost drops, but I quickly remember where I am and the role I should be playing.

He sees it though and he smirks.

"Yeah, you are, aren't you?"

"You're lying." I growl, causing Victor to turn and glare at me.

"Am I?" Kane shakes his head. "I think you might be missing some information when it comes to your pretty littlewife."

"Oh yeah?" The effort it takes to sound nonchalant is harder than I ever thought possible.

"Victor, why don't you tell him?"

Immediately, my eyes find Victor. If this motherfucker is hiding shit from me then I’ll—

"He's talking shit to get out of this," Victor counters, trying to brush Kane’s words aside.

"If you want to see her again, I highly suggest you ignore him, Mav."

My lips part to respond, but no words come out. Instead, my heart pounds, and my hands begin to tremble.

He knows something.

Victor knows something and he’s been sitting in front of me playing the innocent.

Red-hot fury burns through my veins.

"You're fucking delusional if you think I'm going to let you go because of that whore,” Victor snaps, not helping me to keep my lid on my anger.

"Did you know that she's a whore, Mav? That Victor pimps her out to make men do as he so desires?"

No.

No. My wife is not a whore.

She’s… she’s mine and perfect and everything I—

"Oh, you didn't? So you didn't know that he's had me fucking her for over a year, hoping I'd fall in love with her?"

I swear to God, my entire world falls from beneath me with just those few words.

"You fucking asshole,” I bellow before my body takes a life of its own and flies toward Kane. My fist connects with his cheekbone, making his head ricochet off the wall behind him. But it doesn’t help. Not even a little bit.

"I'll take that as a no," he mutters like a smug asshole, rubbing his face as hands grip my upper arms, and I’m hauled back by my father.