Page 26 of Merciless
“Don’t you have anything fucking better to do?” I bark, turning all their eyes on me.
“Bro, you look pissed,” Devin happily points out.
“She not squealing?” Ez asks.
I’m not surprised they know who I’ve got downstairs. I called Ellis for help with her medical records. He and his twin share everything. Aside from intelligence. Ellis seemed to get Ez’s share of that.
“Delayed gratification is real, man,” Devin teases.
“I’ll get every last drop from her lying lips. Don’t you worry. I’m just warming her up.” Or cooling her down, as the case may be.
“You know I’d gladly help,” JD offers, passing me a coffee, which I immediately lift to my lips and sip, pointedly ignoring his offer again.
“Looks like big brother wants Alana all to himself,” Devin teases.
“She’s his type,” Ezra adds. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”
“Lying whore isn’t my type.”
“So gag her and fuck her from behind. Easy,” Ez says, rubbing his palms together like a douchebag.“Wrap that long blonde hair around your fist and—"
“How the fuck you ever get laid is beyond me,” JD mutters, making his way to the couch and falling into it.
“Why the fuck are you two here anyway? You should have your head stuck in books.”
Ezra snorts. “Oh yeah, that’s what we do at college.”
“Supplies are out, man. Where the fuck are our shipments?” Devin demands fiercely. “We’ve got Victor on our asses about how much we’re shifting, yet we’ve got no product to fucking shift. Care to fucking explain?”
A few years ago, I wasn’t sure if Devin was going to have what it takes to make it in this world. He was a soft-as-shit kid. But as his balls dropped, his confidence and attitude grew and he soon morphed into the irritating motherfucker that’s standing before me demanding answers right now.
He wasn’t destined to be a college student. Ezra either. But our father’s insatiable need for control and money saw them accepted to Maddison Kings University, despite their shortcomings, and the fact they both barely graduated high school. But Victor Harris’s reach knows no bounds. And that was proven when he helped get Kane, not only accepted at MKU, but also walked straight onto the football team as their starting wide receiver.
It was dodgy as fuck. Everyone knew it. But one thing about our father, he knows what he’s doing. He crosses his t’s and dots his i’s, ensuring no evidence of any corruption is left behind. Of course, no one would ever dare question him. Not unless they want to end up in an early grave. And by grave I mean their incinerated ashes dumped in a swamp.
“No, I don’t,” I say, remembering that Dev asked a question.
“Dude, this can’t fucking carry on. We can only hold off Victor for so long. We fuck this up and we won’t initiate to become senior members.”
“You’ve nothing to worry about.”
“But—”
“I said,” I seethe. “You’ve nothing to worry about. Victor can’t touch you, your future is safe.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are all of a sudden? The boss?”
“I will be,” I state.
“What are you playing at?” Ez asks.
“Nothing that you need to worry about. You’ll have product for the weekend. I’ll text you when it’s ready. Just go to class and do your fucking jobs. Leave the rest to me.”
“And what happens the next time he sends someone in to bug our place, huh? Or when he sends one of his men in to beat the truth out of us.”
“Ellis is checking for bugs daily. If he plants something, you’ll catch it. And even better, how about you don’t talk about shit there,” I suggest like a smug prick. Seems fucking obvious to me, but I’m not exactly talking to the brains of the operation here. I fucking love my brothers something fierce. But they all have their skills. And thinking isn’t Devin or Ez’s. “And if he sends anyone, the only men who should be walking away are you three. You’ve been trained better than his men. Fucking show it.”
They mutter something in agreement, but I’m done with this conversation.