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

brush away the blood off his chin. “You tickle my fancy…and I’ll jack off yours.”

“What?”

“Bubba, where is he?”

“Who?”

Blue licks her bottom lip and steals a quick glance at me, using her reverse psychology bullshit. “He must like it the hard way.”

She begins to stand, but William quickly backtracks. “Wait, wait…who are you looking for? I know a lot of people.”

“Got a last name?” The question is directed to me, and I don’t answer it outright. My silence is all Blue needs to continue on. “The name is Bubba. He’s in your territory of drugs in Pittsburgh.”

“I don’t deal in drugs.”

Blue scoffs. “Wanna try again?”

“What do you want money?” Blue remains silent, not even giving his question an answer. “If you want cash, I got it, but why do you need to know someone’s name?”

“Personal reasons,” she claims. “And don’t worry, we won’t tell that you ratted.”

“I don’t do business with redhead terrorists—“ He flicks his eyes to me. “—and assholes that throw cheap shots.”

“Let’s hurry this up,” I snap, leaned up against the large desk that he pushed my wife onto.

I allowed Blue to try it her way, claiming less clean-up with all the blood I’d spill. Somehow, the fact that there is a bonfire outside next door is why we’re not doing it my way.

Fuck that this is my thing or issue, my second family somehow just took over, and the more time that passes on without an answer, the more I get pissed off.

“Relax,” Blue says. “William and I are going to have some fun.”

Blue is a profiler, someone who can read and study the verbal and physical habits of an individual.

So if she believes she’s going to get some information out of this clown by rubbing his cock, who the hell am I to say otherwise?

Except I’m not about to watch them fuck in here.

The moment my mouth opens for me to take over, the door to the office swings open and Emmy saunters in with that fuckable red dress of hers.

“I couldn’t find anything,” she announces, sauntering in my direction. “Let’s go.”

My brows furrow. “Go?”

Em glances over at Blue, who has stopped to look over at her, and my wife slowly turns her head to me, brow perked. “Having fun?”

“No.” She twists to leave but I lean over and reach for her wrist, pulling her back and between my thighs. “What?”

She glares at me through her beautiful brown eyes, and I know what’s going on in that pretty little skull of hers.

She believes I’m enjoying watching Blue fuck around with another guy. That whatever she does—dumb or not—makes my dick hard.

“What crawled up your ass, Emmy Lou?” I mutter, keeping my hold on her. “You look…annoyed.”

“On the contrary,” she retorts sweetly, relaxing her expression. “It’s expected.”

“The stupid shit Blue wants to do is entirely up to her. I’m just the watchful keeper to make sure nothing gets out of hand like you wanted.” Her jaw shifts, trying to keep her temper in check, but I’m in the mood to watch it explode.

It beats watching Will get off.

“How noble of you. Can we go now?”

“He’s not dead yet, so no.” She reaches for me, but it’s not to touch me.

No, it’s to pull my Glock out of its holster.

She knows better than that. You don’t handle another person’s shit.

However, I don’t become too concerned about it until she points it at Blue and Will.

“What the fuck are you doing, Em?” I growl as she moves away from me, shifting her body so that she can see me out of the corner of her eye so I can’t stop her.

Blue doesn’t move, staring her dead in the eye in a challenge to put a bullet in her. Their little rivalry—more on Emmy’s part than Blue’s—has been an ongoing thing for almost a year because of what I did.

And if I didn’t know any better, I’d assume Emmy will pop a cap in the side of Blue’s head.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Em says, her tone cool and collected.

I’m not going to be responsible for getting someone killed on B723 because of the stupid mistake I made.

We all recognize what this is—the three of us.

Blue didn’t and still doesn’t notice the truth. She has no clue the shit she put herself in the middle of. No indication that I’m married to the blonde in front of her. That my wife, as beautiful as she is, has an ugly pettiness about her, and I’m sure the idea to rid B723 of Blue is a clicking thought in her head right now.

“It looks like you’ve lost your damn mind,” I answer, keeping myself where I am because if I move, she might be stupid enough to pull the trigger.

She’s on edge, needs a drink, and my dick as a good distraction.

Em glances over at me. “See…you don’t know me at all.”

Looking back to the couple in the seat, she lowers the pistol and shoots.

Willam’s scream rattles my ears as Em strides in Blue’s direction, palming my Glock and rips her out of the chair.

Keeping her safely away, Em replaces herself where Blue was sitting and shoves the gun underneath his chin.

“I want a name, Romeo,” she grounds out, straddling her short legs over his lap that barely touch the hardwood floors. Her dress is riding up her thighs, just like Blue’s did, but I care about it this time. “Bubba Walters. I need his crew.”

I move, about to slap this woman’s ass for being a fucking lunatic, when Blue steps up purposely to stop me.

“Chill,” she mutters. I don’t even have the chance to tell her to fuck off because the asshole starts up his shit.

“You fucking cunt!” Willam howls in her face, spit flying from his mouth. “I’m not telling you shit.”

Emmy leans closer then licks his cheek, slow and painfully erotic, making Blue chuckle softly in front of me.

“She learned that from me,” she whispers, illuminating how proud as fuck she is.

I, on the other hand, am fuming.

My blonde could give a flying shit that she’s purposely making