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

her hand. Ledger appears behind her and meets my gaze, then nods.

He doesn’t want her out of anyone’s sight.

Emmy walks to the elevator and I follow, not that I wasn’t going to whether Ledger silently asked me to or not.

When Emmy pivots to press the button to the bottom floor, she tenses and suits up for me. “What the hell do you want?”

“You didn’t think you’d get to walk around freely, did you?” I press up into the back wall, watching her burrow herself closer to the corner where the buttons are.

She doesn’t respond, resting the side of her forehead along the wooden paneling and sighs.

When we reach the bottom floor, I allow her to step out first and act like her overly-sized shadow.

She doesn’t stop nor bothers to hold the door open for me when she escapes the building. And when she gets to the driver’s side of her Jeep, I pluck the keys out of her hand.

“Give them,” she seizes out, pivoting to snatch them out of my grip.

It’s cute how she thinks her little five-foot-four ass is going to get shit that I barely have to stretch my arm out to keep from her claws.

“I’m driving,” I deadpan.

“You can drive the fuck out of here with your own vehicle, Bish.” Her red-rimmed eyes stand in challenge to mine and she doesn’t move from the door.

In fact, she barricades herself in front of it like I can’t just pick her up and remove her myself.

Yeah, that’s Emmy for you.

No one ever told her that her small stature was a disadvantage at times when she needed some strength to go at someone bigger.

I think someone gave her a little too much confidence in that area and I know it wasn’t me. I liked her the way she was, easily removed or positioned into all sorts of ways.

“Keys,” she instructs, holding out her palm. “Now.”

“Or what?”

Yeah, I should’ve seen it coming.

Emmy is emotional and angry as fuck right now. And after using her mouth to get off then in the middle of it telling her I wanted a divorce because I was pissed, I’m more than likely the last person she wants to see right now.

Her fist slams into my side and a surprised grunt escapes my throat.

That’s what. 

“Get in the car, Rhodes,” I leer. “Or I’ll put you in myself.”

A mirthless laugh escapes her lips. “Or what?”

I roll my eyes and wrap my arm around her, lifting her off the ground and open the back door.

Tossing her inside like a duffle bag, I close it and hop in the front seat, listening to her continue to bitch and complain.

I quickly get out of the parking lot but don’t even hit the road before Emmy’s forearm wraps around my neck.

“Get out of my car. I’ve had enough of you for the week.”

“Get your arm off me, Emmy, or I’m going to fuck you into learning to keep your hands to your fucking self.”

“And I’m just going to choke you out at twenty miles an hour as to do minimal damage to my car. Followed by the aftermath of the tuck and roll you’ll be doing out of it will only result in some road burn.”

“I’m taking you home.”

“I know the way.”

“And packing your shit up.”

“No thanks,” she retorts, then tightens her hold a tad. “I’m a big girl. I can do it myself when I’m ready.”

I meet her eyes in the rearview mirror when we get to a stoplight, and thank fuck, the windows are slightly tinted.

“Yeah, baby, you’re a big girl that can take a big cock in your mouth, but you also made a massive mistake that no one on B723 is going to forgive and forget right now. You’re not leaving our sight until Alexander is in the ground. And, then…you can do whatever you want.”

She stares at me, realization exposed on her features that she’s not in this alone. Everyone knows now.

“I want to be alone,” she mutters, and I swear I hear the hopelessness in her words.

“Can’t.” The light turns green and we’re back on our way to her temporary place.

I want her to stay with me, but I don’t want the heat on her back to come to my family.

I already did that myself.

I’m sending them to Disney World to not spook Scarlett and Hardy agreed that it’d be a good idea.

After a few more minutes, I hit another light and that’s when the overhang light turns on in the SUV.

Then the back door slams shut.

Looking to my left, Emmy is sprinting across the street, making this a hunt now because this woman just can’t make anything simple for me.

Blowing the light, I turn left and almost plow into an oncoming vehicle. It doesn’t take long to catch up to Emmy pounding the pavement as she focuses straight ahead. I half-ass park the car and bolt from the front seat.

My stride and height work to her disadvantage yet again, and there aren’t any people around to call the cops at my throwing her over my shoulder and back to her Jeep.

Emmy’s fists mercilessly hit my spine. Her legs kick and flair in no particular direction before I get her into the backseat and crawl in next to her.

“Emmy Lou fucking Rhodes,” I growl in her general direction. “You’ve gone and pushed the wrong button this time.”

Everything is a fucking mess, and I have no one to blame but myself. Ledger is beside himself with relief and pointed out that I was practically Judas to the whole team.

Judas, in the sense that I’m a scheming liar who only thought of myself and how I was going to handle Alexander when I had an entire squad that I still slightly believe would get in my way.

And to make matters worse, Bishop has hired himself to be my fucking babysitter.

Or he thinks he did.

“Emmy Lou fucking Rhodes,” he snarls through heavy panting of my making him run through the streets. “You’ve gone and pushed the