Page 64 of Merciless
I shouldn’t be looking fucking twice.
But I can’t help myself.
Movement over my shoulder drags my eyes from her and I find my douchebag of a best friend with a pair of scissors in his hand, tidying up the mess I made of her hair.
I want to say I’m surprised, but I’m not.
JD might not be as dark and fucked up as me, but he can deliver pain and punishment without much of a second thought. There’s also another side of him, a caring side that I don’t possess. And right now, that side of him has overtaken everything.
Putting my cell into its holder, I start the engine and gun the gas, desperate to get home before this goes too far.
He works meticulously, fixing her hair. Knowing him, he’s making it better than it was before I touched it.
By the time I pull up at the house, he has her back in her cell.
She’s lying in her cot, still fucking naked, but he’s standing right in the way of the camera, blocking my view.
Bet he’s fucking doing it on purpose too.
I’m torn between sitting in my car and seeing what he does next and storming down there to drag him out to put an end to it all.
Only a few seconds later though, I discover my interruption isn’t needed because JD walks out of her cell, leaving her naked and alone.
Sucking in a deep breath, I grab my cell and throw the car door open, storming toward the house.
“What the fuck?” I bark the second I enter to find him emerging from the basement.
JD holds his hands up in defense. “I didn’t touch her.”
Dropping my eyes down his body, I take in the tent in his sweats.
“And apparently, she didn’t touch you either,” I deadpan.
“Fuck off,” he grunts. “Some of us don’t have the self-control of a fucking robot. She’s hot. Fucking sue me.”
He throws his hands up and marches toward the stairs.
“Where are you going?” I demand.
“To enjoy the show. I suggest you do the same. Take the edge off a bit.”
“The show?” I ask.
“Bro, you might fool everyone else. But I can see through your bullshit.” He smirks. “You’ve been watching me; I know you have. Which means you know exactly how I left her. Desperate as fuck.” He takes off, walking up the stairs backward and he sinks his hand into his sweats. “So as I said. Enjoy the show.”
The second he vanishes from my sight, I pull my cell from my pocket and open the video.
“Fuck me.” I groan when I find he’s right.
“Thank me later,” the asshole calls down before his bedroom door slams closed.
With my eyes locked on the screen, I take the stairs two at a time, and in only seconds, I close myself into my own room.
Grabbing my AirPods, I turn the volume of the feed up and fall back on my bed.
“Yes,” she hisses, her back arches and her hips roll as she twists and pulls both of her nipples.
I’ve no idea if she’s aware of the cameras yet. I can only assume she isn’t. Something tells me she isn’t. If she knew, there is no way she’d willingly give us this kind of show.