Mercer Frey Novels & Stories

"And we got it. Th‌ough‍ th⁠e peace wasn't…absolute b‍ut t⁠hat's still a record for you, isn't it?‌" He let out a small, rare laugh. "Probably." He‌ pulled back just enough t‌o l‌ook me in the eyes. "Mercer is st‍ill g‌oing to try something. He’s obsessed with su‍bduing this company. He thinks he can s‍till own us because of what my father did⁠." "He doesn't realize the w‍or‍ld‌ ha⁠s moved on," I said. "And he doesn't r‍ealize you aren't y‍our fa‌ther."

“I’m staying with a friend from the program. Danny. You remember him?” “Yeah. Yeah, I remember Danny.” “I’m trying to get clean for real this time, Cass. Not just saying it. Actually doing it.” The relief that floods through me is so strong I have to close my eyes against it. “Are you okay? Do you need anything? Money for the program or—” “No. I’m good. Danny’s letting me stay rent-free as long as I keep going to meetings and I’ve been picking up some work under the table. Nothing great but it’s something.”

I replied to Freya causing her to swallow her saliva as if she was suddenly feeling nervous. "We really didn't do anything, boss. Don't do this to me, I have a family living in the province and I'm pregnant, I need the job and the money. Your dick is the only dick I suck and you're the only man who can fuck me, boss." Freya said pleadingly but I just look at her with no emotions on my face. "I really hate liars," I said emphatically to her. "Okay, okay, Jerome let me hold his dick while he was driving, boss," Freya confessed to me and I just look at her as if I'm waiting for what she would say next.

Or a body. "Silas," I warned, my voice a growl. “I’m not lying,” Ivy cried out. “I was at The Abyss. I ran into the Mercer brothers. Are you happy now?” A long, chilling silence filled the speakers. “The Mercers?” Grant’s tone changed. It wasn't angry anymore. It was... calculating. “You were with Silas Mercer?” “I saw them. We talked. That’s it.” “They are worth billions,” Grant muttered, sounding like he was talking to himself. “And they have history with your family... they have a soft spot for the grieving sister...”

Mercer said, his voice steady. He moved toward the window and stared outside for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “But I need to understand something about what happened out there. Your gift. Has this ever happened before? Have you ever been unable to read someone?” “Never,” I said quietly. “Scars is the first.” Mercer released a heavy breath and shook his head. “He’s full of surprises.” “Yeah, he is.” [That is the understatement of the century. This man has spent years making federal agencies look incompetent. Surprise is basically his personality.]

I tossed back a glass of whiskey, looking at the door. "Send him in." Frey came through the door, dressed in a suit that looked like it cost more than my father's monthly stipend to the pack elders, his expression carefully neutral. He wasn't the only council rep I'd worked with, but he was one of the only ones who managed to project that stoic, unreadable look — trained into himself before he could walk. "You look like hell," he said. "Thank you for the observation. Was that urgent enough to warrant a visit?"

"Mr. Jefferson has helped me before. His business is as much as it is mine." Ah, so it was to repay a debt. Freddy, Bruce and Tommy nodded in unison, signifying that they understood. Malcom began speaking again, "Please tell me the details." Freddy told him the whole story, and ended by saying, "Mr. Yeager, Freya has already divorced me. There's no way she would kill someone over me." Bruce and Tommy followed up by saying, "Yes, that's right. Freya is beautiful and kind. She would never do anything against the law. In the past, when she accidentally killed a kitten while driving, she was so sad that she ate no meat for a month."

One I can trust to be discreet and get the job done. "Hi, This is Amelia Fray. I have some information on Alexander Smithson." A mischievous glint in my eyes.

she said proudly, causing Tiffany to laugh. Freya Meyer was one of Tiffany's best friends. She was a very short girl with short blonde hair that she usually let roam freely in curls around her face. Her strong spirit and determination allowed her to become the student body president when she ran for it last year, and Tiffany had ended up as her assistant. Freya was also transgender, and so it hadn't been easy. Even now some people sent disgusted looks at her as they passsed, some going so far as to call her 'Fred', which was the name she used to go by. Freya was already accomplished at ignoring these types of people and pretended as if she couldn't see or hear them, but Tiffany still sent de

Freya screamed, her hands shaking on the document. “But—” Freya frowned, realizing something. “It doesn’t have to be you.” Kenneth only hummed as he took his seat at the table. He stared at her, eyes cold. “What a relief.” Inner Devil 2: ‘I think he’s mad.’ Freya’s brows knitted. “Look, I said I’m sorry. I overreacted. You have to understand the pressure I’m under right now. The jewelry company has been my life since I was twenty-four. Even before that, I’d already set my eyes on it. I knew it was my destiny.”