DECEIT (B723) by Hazel Grace (ebook reader for surface pro .TXT) 📕

it like a bad habit. Or that Mills is currently taking on the man who didn’t deserve Emmy in the first place. The rich and entitled prick that she always claimed she’d never be with.

“No need to yell, Mr. Mills,” Alexander articulates slowly. “I just need to make sure I’m protected and—“

“You think a bunch of babies are gonna rob you? Listen—“

“Enough,” Marty grounds out, raising his arm and gently shoving Mills back between him and me. “You’re going to need to lawyer up. Showing up at my house just really pissed me off.”

“That isn’t what I came here for,” Alexander alludes, redirecting his attention to Marty. “I was hoping to keep the press and courts out of this. To come up with our own agreement.”

“There’s not going to be one where those kids are handed off to you,” Marty counters back. “Again, lawyer.”

“I’m prepared to offer you more than is deserved.” Alexander nods and one of the men steps forward in a black suit, a manila folder in his hand. “I’m willing to pay for the children. Though these DNA results keep coming up as you—“ He returns his attention to Mills. ”—being the father, I think you’re tampering with them.”

Mills scoffs, not bother with taking what in his hands. “Tampering? You think I wanted to be a father with zero help on purpose?”

“I think you’re trying to save Emmy’s children from being away from you and your little gang.” He makes a circle with his index finger, including all of us in his sentence.

“Gang?” Marty repeats. “How about that we take care of our own. You’re butt-hurt, it’s alright, bro.”

“This has nothing to do with—“

“Get the fuck out of here before we start acting like a gang,” Marty sneers, inching closer to the man who doesn’t belong here. “We’ll see you in court, dickhead.”

Alexander dismisses Marty by not even acknowledging him, locking his gaze with Mills. “We both know you’d rather go back to your old life. The money I’m willing to offer…will get you better friends.”

A mirthless laugh leaves Marty, but Mills and I remain quiet, waiting for this asshole to go so we can figure out what the hell to do.

So they can figure it out, I’m not doing shit.

“Think about it,” he surmises. “The twins will have everything they deserve and more.”

“Why do you want them?” Mills’s voice turns a shade demonic as he scowls at his problem.

“Because they’re mine...and so was Emmy.”

My jaw tightens and Alexander takes his out, not wasting time for a response when he and all his little bodyguards pile up in their SUVs and take off.

Not once did he appear heartbroken that the mother of those kids was gone. It all feels like a gain to save face.

But something else illuminates off his lean frame that sends a violent chill down my spine.

He appears guilty as fuck.

Lucien and Mills say Emmy had birthing complications. That she hemorrhaged and the doctors couldn’t save her after the accident. I never heard or asked for any other painful details.

Did he cause the car accident? Was he driving?

In this instance, Emmy would look through security and street light cameras to find the full story. I know nothing about how to do it, and I’m not about to ask Mills because I’d more than likely use the laptop against his skull. Blue is his ally and…Kyson will always be mine.

Pivoting, I leave the three there and make my way back through the woods to find my best friend. If Alexander has anything to do with Emmy’s death, not only will I make sure he meets the full extent of what I’m capable of but everyone involved within B723.

This can’t be a coverup. If Mills wasn’t the father, he’d just fucking tell us. 

Marching through the yard, Kyson is holding one of the babies. Reagan and Stormi are across from him as they laugh about something amongst themselves. And as if to sense me, Ky glances over to find me locked in on him.

He already knows.

He’s aware of my posture and that I need something. He’s been with me almost my entire life and can read me better than anyone.

Even Emmy.

He holds up a finger, excusing himself while Reagan and Stormi pay me zero mind while he rises.

With the baby still in his hand, I’m having a hard time getting used to this.

We’re B723 with a bunch of babies now.

Marty has one, Mills has two, and Kyson and I become what, uncles?

We’re all getting older, and this is what happens, but all at once? Everything feels like it shifted and turned upside down so quickly.

“What’s up?” Kyson asks, gently bouncing the baby in his arms. I steal a look, admitting to myself that I can tell the difference between Atlas and Alaric. The baby is wrapped in the same colored blanket but I don’t get a vibe that it’s Atlas.

“You and I need to do some investigating of our own,” I mutter, watching the bundle in his hands continue to sleep. “Alexander just rolled up on Reagan’s house.”

“I heard. I only stayed to keep the women occupied, what did he want?”

“To buy the kids.”

Kyson rolls his golden eyes. “Fucking asshole.”

“He doesn’t act like a man who just lost his girlfriend. Did you notice him at the funeral? And what did he and Mills fight about, the kids?”

“Probably. I could understand him wanting a DNA test, but they all come back as not his. So why keep doing it?”

“Unless they’re forged.”

“And why would they be? Mills would’ve given us the heads up.”

I lift my shoulder. “Would he? He didn’t tell us he was a father until we caught him.”

Kyson tsks. “Mills doesn’t want to be a dad. He can’t even take care of his damn self.”

“Regardless, I want to look into that car accident.”

“Why? Cops said she lost control.”

“Lost control on what?”

Kyson remains quiet for a moment before replying, “Honestly, I don’t know if anyone ever told me. I was so upset that it didn’t really matter, the result was still the same.” His