Page 105 of Deceit

“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 itmyway.

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’sexpected.”

“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 totouchme.

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