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

fucking reassuring when there’ll be a group of assassins with a target on my ass.”

“I won’t shoot you,” a female voice chimes in before the phone shifts and is picked up to show off Blue on the screen.

I can’t help my frown at her not only being there but taking the camera off my daughter.

“Hey girl,” she greets with a smile. “How’s it going in exile?”

“As good as it can be,” I reply.

“Yeah, I guess it would. Don’t worry about a thing, we got shit handled.”

I perk a brow. “Really? I heard—“

She waves a hand dismissively in the air. “You know how the guys are. It’ll blow over.”

“I hope so.”

“Did you want to see Alaric sleep?” I see her walking through Mills place and, I have to admit, I’m surprised she even thought of it.

Blue isn’t what I would call a motherly figure. She does hard drugs, can drink more than a man, and gives zero fucks about consequences. She’s brave and confident, things I may have faulted her for in certain scenarios, but I can’t judge her too harshly when I really don’t know her.

I have no clue when her birthday is, if she has family, a boyfriend, where she’s from, or anything of significance.

I never asked.

“Now that we’re alone for a second—“ She lowers her voice into a whisper. “—I wanted to have a girl chat.”

“Uh…sure.”

“I meant what I said with the guys, don’t worry about it. Kyson won’t let anything happen, and neither will I.”

I perk a brow. “Since when do you play devil’s advocate?”

“Never,” she honestly conveys, popping a piece of pink gum in her mouth. “But this is…different.”

I want to ask her why and how, but we don’t have time to bullshit.

Or maybe it’s because I don’t prefer to admit I was completely wrong about her. I cast her out as Bishop did to me with not belonging within our family but for entirely other reasons.

“Did you find out when his next outing was?”

“He has a meeting at a club that he’s trying to schedule. I figured we could off him there.”

She smiles wickedly. “Let me know when and I’ll meet you.”

Yes, ladies and gents, I may be working with Blue on an undisclosed case. The world has gone crazy.

“Here he is,” she whispers, flipping the phone’s camera around to show me a crib. She hovers the phone over the side and displays my handsome little boy bundled up in a blue blanket with his mouth open.

He looks great, breathing perfectly on his own as he peacefully sleeps with his arms hung over his head.

He looks like Bishop. 

How he used to sleep and appear serene while in his dreams or lack of. Such a strong boy with a special name after a man who will never forgive me after this.

“You make pretty babies, Emmy Lou Rhodes.”

The tears that form in my eyes at the sight of Alaric, I let fall. They hit my cheeks, reminding me that there is still a guy who tried to kill us. That has to die, or we’ll never see any rest.

“I promise, nothing will happen to your babies.”

“Thanks, Blue. I appreciate it.”

The phone moves again, and Blue appears, a genuine and serious expression painted on her face. “All of them.”

Alexander sent in another DNA test for Alaric and Atlas, making this the fourth one he’s done since I’ve been pronounced dead.

It took some time, but every lab or DNA testing site that performs these, I’ve carefully hacked. Whenever his name appears, I get notified and my skin crawls.

I’m still surprised he’s so adamant on this. What he wants with our kids is beyond me, but I’m beginning to think that his level of psycho runs deeper than just stabbing a pregnant woman.

In the meantime, I’m searching for the best attorney for Mills in case we need it. Making a quick sandwich before I go back to work, my cell begins to buzz off my coffee table.

Wiping my hands clean, I run to answer, already knowing it’s either Blue, Lucien, or Mills because they are the only ones to have this number.

It’s Mills with my babies.

“Hey, how’s it going?”

“Emmy, we need to wrap this shit up ASAP,” he says, harsh exhales hitting the receiver of the phone. “Like now.”

“What—“ A loud blast booms from the other line, ringing into my ears and making me jolt backward. My brain instantly goes to Alaric and Atlas.

“Fuck!” Mills bellows before I hear a rustling sound which I can only make out as running.

“Mills!” He doesn’t respond, causing me to look down at my cell to make sure the call didn’t drop. He’s still there but can’t answer, sending a violent chill running down my whole frame. “Shit.”

Grabbing my sweatshirt, I sprint for the door without a plan. Only that something is obviously really wrong, and I need to be there.

He’s at least thirty minutes away. You’ll never make it. 

My heart forcefully slams into my chest on every rapid heartbeat, making it hard to move quickly as I want. I wish I could teleport there because no matter what is happening, I won’t be much of a help, and that alone makes me feel disgustingly worthless.

I’m out the door when I hear Mills mutter in a harsh tone, “Emmy, you need to get him under control!”

My brows descend as I fumble with my keys to unlock my Jeep’s door. “Who?”

“Who the fuck do you think?”

Instant anger hits my brain at his vagueness. “Mills, I’m playing with this—“

“Bishop,” he snaps. “He just tried to fucking kill me.”

I wasn’t fucking playing when I said Mills was a dead man.

And I sure as hell wasn’t bullshitting when I tell you that his touching my girl wasn’t going to go without me doing something drastic.

I didn’t need to spend too much time on how I was going to do it.

I was going to roll with it.

It’s been over a week since he broke the news of his paternity, and I’ve been simmering in rage ever