Page 189 of Merciless

“Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

“Five minutes,” he repeats before disappearing from my sight, although not before his eyes drop to my body.

I finish up with a smile playing on my lips.

Men are so fucking easy. Even the ones who think they’re untouchable.

The second I pick up the tank that’s been left for me to put on, I notice the difference.

It isn’t JD’s.

Lifting it to my nose, I suck in a deep breath, allowing my senses to be flooded with nothing but pure Reid.

Before I get caught, I quickly pull it all on, and after brushing my wet hair, I walk out of the bathroom miraculously within my allotted time.

He’s waiting for me with a mug in his hands, his ass resting back against the counter.

“I’m impressed,” he muses.

“I assume that isn’t something you say to many people,” I counter, making his brows shoot up.

“You’d be right there. Take a seat.”

Following orders, my ass hits the chair a beat before the door at the top of the stairs opens and footsteps float down to us.

Reid hasn’t given any names, and despite my irrational fears that he could have invited any of the monsters he spends time with down here. Realistically, I know he hasn’t. This place is sacred. He wants it kept secret. So whoever is heading this way is in his inner circle. And I’d put money on exactly who.

Not thirty seconds later, a familiar, albeit pale, face appears in the doorway.

“How are you feeling?” I ask in a rush.

“Like I got shot by the devil,” Kane mutters as someone else follows him into the room and tucks herself into his side.

“Scarlett,” I greet.

“Umm… hi,” she squeaks, too busy looking around Reid's basement with wide, horrified eyes to pay much attention to me.

“Could you both give us a minute?” I ask, unsure as to whether the big man will allow it.

Letty’s shocked eyes finally find mine.

“Uh…” Kane hesitates.

“Behave,” Reid warns, shocking the shit out of me before he walks over to where Kane and Letty both just emerged. “Come on, bro,” he says, gesturing for Kane to go first.

“Is this a good idea?” Kane asks.

Reid mumbles some kind of reply, but it’s too quiet to hear.

46

MAVERICK

“Tell me he was fucking lying,” I roar the second the door closes and Kane and his little posse have vanished from our sight.

My entire body is vibrating with barely-restrained anger as I glare at Victor.

“Tell me he was fucking lying. Tell me that you haven’t been whoring my wife out.” Spittle flies from my face, with every word I spew.