Just Mercy: Chapter 11 Summary Novels & Stories

“Good.” The bar is stone quiet; only the faint sounds of a Mets game can be heard in the background. Larissa waits for Mercy to make eye contact. And when she does, Larissa’s smile drops slightly. But she doesn’t say another word. Something is going on. Does Mercy know who Larissa is? I hate being kept in the dark. My heart pounds as I sit in the back of the chauffeured Mercedes. We’re heading back to the most spectacular prison in Manhattan, and all I want is to be back in the bathroom of that rundown bar. I close my eyes and recall the alarmed expression in Mercy’s eyes.

I just never understood why Letty was still with him. I hug my parents one last time before letting the guards cuff me. As they lead me back to prison, I pray for another miracle. One that entailed Ava waking up from her coma and Iris surviving. ************ I just wanted to thank you all for your love and support for this book. I couldn't have done this without you, my loves so I decided to show my appreciation by giving you a free chapter. Thank you, also, for your understanding. You've all been so patient with me, despite my irregular updates. Take care, and stay safe.❤

I pleaded, “but please don’t leave me here. Please don’t abandon me.” The cell door creaked open with a sound of hope, hope that shattered instantly when Jack’s fingers locked around my throat. His grip was familiar, but this time held none of the former tenderness. “What did I do to deserve this?” The words scraped past my constricted airway. “You think you deserve my attention? My mercy?” His fingers tightened. “You tried to kill me, and now you expect compassion?” “Please,” I gasped. “Spare me, please.”

The sentence was beginning. End of chapter 116

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 113

“We desperately need you. If he is the man that can help us then you must help us.” She saw the looks on their faces. They were young like she was and she knew what it felt like to lose everything, to start all over again. The pain. The sweat. The struggle. Without knowing it her hand was already reaching for her phone. “You will have the give me a moment let me place a call to him,” she heard herself say. But even when she realized what she was doing she knew she couldn’t not help Chantelle and Nolan. Nolan was a good friend. Chantelle was a dear friend.

"My Alpha is showing you mercy. More mercy than you deserve." My stomach twisted at the warning hidden in his voice. Mercy? I scoff inwardly. What's mercy? Death sounds fucking preferable to the mess I'm living in. What does he know about mercy, anyway? Mercy by treating me like trash? Like I don't exist? Like I'm some fucking tool he can use and toss aside whenever he feels like it? Is that what mercy is supposed to mean now? I didn't back down. I squared my shoulders, feeling every inch of anger, heartbreak, and betrayal burning just beneath my skin.

"How many times do you intend to keep saying you saved me? How many times will you call the thing you did mercy, when it felt like betrayal?" "Because mercy is not always polite," I said. "Because sometimes the only way to save someone is to hurt them a little so they can survive. I..." "You speak like you were God," she shot back. "You speak like you decided my fate." "I decided nothing," I said, and the honesty of it cut sharper than any blade. "I made a choice. A bad one, perhaps. But it was mine."

Because they've learned that forgiveness is not a destination. It's a path. And they're finally ready to walk it. End of Chapter 170

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