Page 190 of Merciless

But it doesn’t matter. None of it does.

Victor fucking Harris doesn’t give a shit.

His cocky ‘you can’t touch me’ smirk is firmly in place as he stares back at me, not giving a single fuck that he’s broken the one sacred rule we live by.

You don’t fucking touch brothers’ wives without explicit consent.

I shake my head, a bitter laugh spilling from my lips.

Of course Victor fucking Harris doesn’t follow his own rules.

He is the most untrustworthy and corrupt cunt I have ever met.

Why did I ever think marrying her would be enough?

We should have run. We should have said fuck it to revenge and let the residents of this town wipe themselves out.

It’s going to happen one way or another.

All Victor cares about is power and money. He couldn’t give a shit about the people. About the lives he’s meant to be protecting, nurturing, and supporting.

I take a step forward, my fingers curling at my sides, desperate to reach for the gun that’s tucked into the back of my slacks and finally do what I’ve spent almost a decade dreaming about.

“Son,” Dad warns, reminding me that he’s also in the room.

Fuck. I could have taken them both out at the same time. It would have only left Alana’s cunt of a father and I’d have wiped out the three main culprits.

“I’m done,” I seethe, my voice barely audible. “I am fucking done. I’m going to find my wife and we are leaving this shithole of a town and we are never looking back.”

Victor grins. He fucking grins. It is nothing but pure malice and spite.

“You can try,” he taunts. “But I can assure you that you won’t get very far. And even if you do, you’ll never satisfy her. A whore like Alana needs more than you could ever offer her. But you already know that, don’t you? It’s why you’ve never tried.”

The roar that rips from my throat doesn’t sound like me.

I fly at him, but both Victor and my father see it coming. One moment I’m a heartbeat away from taking him down and the next my body is colliding with the wall, pain shooting through my shoulder as they both laugh like hyenas.

“Try and take us on, boy. I fucking dare you,” are Victor’s final words before the door slams, leaving me alone to drown in my own misery in a cell designed for our enemies.

* * *

“Did you want me to patch that up for you, seeing as you’re missing your nurse?”

JD’s words from the morning he came to visit me cycle around and around in my head.

I didn’t think anything of it at the time.

Alana was missing, and I was alone with my wounds.

But it wasn’t until I was lying in bed last night, replaying the events of the day over and over in my mind, desperately trying to make sense of it all, that those words came back to me.

She always used to call herself my nurse. Even joked about dressing up a time or two, hoping it would hurt me less.

Obviously, I quickly diverted away from that line of conversation. The last thing I fucking needed when she had her hands all over me patching me up was her in a tiny nurse’s outfit that left very little to the imagination.

How would JD know that?

Because him and Reid have her. That’s fucking how.