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

what she tastes like. How it feels to have her—

“Motherfucker!” I roar out, the possibilities of everything they’ve done together starting to close in around me.

My chest heaves in unsteady and shallow inhales of air. I opened up to her. I fucking married her. I loved her more than anything in my fucking life, and she fooled around with the ass clown known as Mills?

When did she fuck him?

I mean, they’re together a lot, but…I search around Mill’s place as though a glowing circle is going to point out where they’ve screwed in this house.

It brings in all the spots we’ve fucked—which was almost any hard surface—and my skin crawls in disgust, and that linger adjective of heartbreak.

She went to Mills after me.

She ran to someone who could actually open the fuck up with his feelings because that’s Mills. He’s charming, funny, has that boy-next-door, I’d-love-to-meet-your-parents kinda aura about him. Someone who would make her feel wanted and loved.

I’ve accepted him for who he is. It’s just him. He’s annoying as shit, but I would never think I’d get to the point where I’d want to for real murder him.

Now I do.

Painfully and slowly.

“Listen—“ Mills attempts to cover Alaric’s ears, and it’s when nausea pulsates through my veins like I just pumped it in myself.

Did they name their fucking kid after me? After they fucked God knows how many times they thought it’d be fun too?

“You know I love Emmy,” Mills proceeds, and I swear he’s just asking for me to take out everyone in this space right now. “This seriously wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“I’m going to kill you,” I sneer through clenched fists. “You’re dead, Mills. I just gave you your only warning. And I’m going to make it hurt too.”

I think I see him wince when Kyson steps between us, putting his rationality hat on and keeping the group calm.

That time went as quickly as Mills started with the words Emmy and I.

No sentence in the world begins with Emmy and I when the aftermath isn’t fucking and no plan B.

This traitor in front of me lied, not only to all of us, but Emmy was about to go long term with another man.

A man who was going to father kids that weren’t his.

In this situation, it’s more than fucked because I can’t wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze. I’m not able to scream in her face for deceiving me in the worse possible way.

You fucked Blue. 

“Let’s all take a breath,” Kyson decides. “At the end of the day, we’re all family, and we’re going to stick together.”

“Fuck you,” I growl, feeling each pump of blood hit my head. “They both fucking lied.”

At least I didn’t. And I don’t have any long-term ties with the dick-loving chick in the room.

“I wonder why,” Blue utters into her chest, and it’s all it takes for me to close the space between us.

She moved forward when I did and doesn’t flinch because Blue welcomes and invites danger in her life.

She has tea parties with it.

I’m no dipshit that’ll punch her in the face because she copped an attitude with me when I clearly don’t appreciate it. That guy that’ll use his rage on anyone who taunts back.

But I’m not going to lie. I’m becoming close to being that guy right now.

“What role did you play?” I sneer, two inches from her face and inhaling her scent of watermelon bubblegum and weed. “You weren’t Ems’s biggest fan.”

She meets me with a blank expression. “I liked Emmy. She didn’t like me.”

“That’s what I said.”

“So, what’s your point?” My nostrils flare, and I back off her a tad. If the bullshit off her lips keeps hitting my face, so is my fist.

I give zero fucks right now on what’s morally correct on the opposite sex. Male or female, anyone is going to get blasted if it keeps sounding like no one in this immediate circle gives a shit that Emmy and Mills were a thing at one point.

Marty will care. Enlist him to help you execute Mills. 

“She’s just doing her part,” Kyson says from behind me. “You hurt Mills, Emmy is going to haunt you, bro. Can’t happen.”

I avert my gaze from the second redhead in the room because Kyson needs to let this play out.

This is not okay.

This is far from fucking okay.

Emmy fucked Mills. She fucked Mills.

She let him in where he shouldn’t have been. Where I was. She fooled all of us because—yeah, Mills and Emmy were also close, but they never eye-fucked each other.

I think.

My mind warp-speeds through more thoughts that are clouded with rage as I attempt to think of any time Emmy and Mills may have given me the heads up on what they were doing behind everyone’s back.

I come up with nothing.

“I think Emmy would appreciate all the help Mills can get as a single father,” Blue states matter-of-factly.

And again, I’m going to kill him and her if she keeps supporting this.

Them.

“What about Alexander?” Kyson asks. “What happened to him?”

Blue and Mills share a look before the asshole takes the con. “He’s trying everything he can to get custody of the kids. He believes they’re his.”

“Why?” Kyson asks. “And why would he—“

“No clue. Dude has some sort of issues with it. He’s in denial.”

“I can’t do this.” I must utter it out loud because three pairs of eyes fall on me.

“They’re not,” Blue continues. “Every DNA test comes back negative. Even Lucien—“

“Lucien?” Kyson and I repeat at the same time.

Fuck man, this list keeps getting longer and longer.

But he has no loyalty to us other than making sure we don’t die. The heads-up would’ve been nice, but he’s not B723. He wasn’t close family, and now Mills and Emmy have brought him into this and written on my hit list.

“I’m going to need all the help I can get,” Mills conveys. “You can be pissed all you want, forever even. However, this is Emmy. These kids are Emmy.”

“And you,” I leer through my taut jaw. “These are your kids.”

I mean, we’ve obviously already established it, but I want him to finally deny it.

I want a miracle.

I want to not have to feel guilty