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

into the house when Blue comes faithfully to my side. “You’re welcome.”

“How did you do it?”

“Do it?” She crosses her arms and twists her frame to look at me. “What do you mean?”

“I’m counting five guys, and that’s not even me looking behind the trucks. I heard no gunshots, and you’re not that quick of a shot.” I flick my more than curious gaze at her. “So what gives?”

“You wound me.” Her palm flies to her chest. “I came by to check in on you after Mills told me about what happened.”

“At one in the morning?”

“At one in the morning,” she confirms firmly, then jerks her head back. “There are eight guys, by the way.”

“Eight?” She nods. “That’s even worse for your story.”

Blue shrugs, unaffected by my interrogation. “Don’t know what to tell ya, Bish. I’m the only one here.”

Marching to the back of the first truck and away from Blue studying me, I look around for anyone else.

None of this makes sense.

Mills suddenly showing up at Alexander’s place when I told no one where I was going. He claims he located me on GPS to make sure I wasn’t within a hundred feet of his condo to attempt and kill him again.

Now Blue just took out eight dudes in two minutes?

Red running lights catch my attention at least a mile down the road from my remote house as it continues slowly down the gravel. Two square lights that look to be on something as big as an SVU.

A fucking Jeep.

Thankfully all my scheming worked for once because I caught Alexander’s master plan of finding Bishop’s home and having him killed tonight.

It gave me enough time to call Blue and meet up with her. Enough time to set up and wait. Enough time for me to build a net of knots in my stomach for this all being my fault.

Yes, I had every right to move on from Bishop and try to live a full life with someone else. However, I should’ve kept B723 in the mix and took care of this right after he stabbed me. I should’ve shoved my pride aside for my kids and not have been so naive.

Bishop has always been a pain in my ass, except I didn’t expect him to still care about me after he found out that Mills was the so-called father of my twins. I fully intended to see him loathe our friend and go off into his usual and broody self.

Shoot, I expected him to even go and piss on my grave for what I kinda and half-ass put him through.

I would reap the consequences for my sins but that would be after Alexander was killed and my kids free of any danger.

When Blue and I took out the eight assholes who drove up on Bishop’s property, I walked back to my car that was parked way up the street. Blue forced herself into hugging me before I took off and it’s left a weird feeling on me ever since. I guess it’s because I’m just not used to it.

At home, I crack open my laptop after locking the deadbolts on my door and making myself some coffee. Alexander has already sent a text message to an unknown number, looking for an update on his “cupcake delivery” AKA Bishop’s murder.

I should’ve taken one of the phones and fucked with him.

Anyway, since he’ll be sitting on obtaining a response all night, I work on my next plan of getting Alexander alone so that I can take him out for good this time.

My phone rings a few minutes later, displaying Mill’s name and I smile at the prospect of seeing my babies.

“Hey,” I greet. “Are you—“

“Emmy, gonna need you here right now.”

My heart accelerates and I’m already standing from my chair to move to the door. “What’s wrong now? What happened?”

“Marty…” A loud rapping of bangs comes next and I whip open my door to get outside to my car. “He’s fucking here to kill me.”

“The hell are you talking about?” I snap. “For what?”

“Geezus Christ,” he mutters, then raises his voice. “He’s taunting me to open the door, Ems. He won’t fucking leave. He’s gonna—“

“Hold on—“ The door to the front of my complex slams against the brick wall, and I’m sprinting to my car. “—why is he there? Why is he trying to hurt you?”

“Mills!” I hear the distinct rumble of Marty’s voice in the background, and I’m all sorts of fucking confused and worried and about to lose my entire shit.

“Mills,” I seize out. “What’s happening? Did you fight?”

“I haven’t seen the motherfucker,” Mills storms out. “He kept saying he wants the truth.”

The truth.

Me.

My death.

What we’ve been doing.

But how in the fuck did he know?

Blue?

My nostrils flare just thinking about her betraying me for her own sick amusement. I will kill that bitch and bury her with Alexander if she ratted me out.

But Kyson would already be calling.

Maybe, I don’t know.

“Open the door,” I profess to Mills. “Give him the phone. I’ll talk to—“ A loud bang fills the back and I jump the curb with my Jeep to get out onto the main road. “Tell me what’s happening!”

“Marty, chill!” Mills demands sternly. “The kids are sleeping.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” Marty leers, sounding way too fucking close.

“Phone,” I remind Mills. “Give him the—“ I hear a click, causing me to glance down at the call ending.

I call Mills four more times before I’m in a full-blown panic attack at what Marty could be doing to Mills right now with my kids in the house.

Again, all this is my fault.

I tried to handle my own shit like a big girl and I just threw Mills to the wolves to have a massive target on his back.

It takes me twenty minutes to get to his condo.

Thirty seconds to park my car and another minute to run up the stairs to the third floor. I make a hard right around the corner to get to Mills’s door when I’m suddenly