Page 106 of Deceit

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

Sheknowsbetter 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 Icareabout 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’spurposelymaking me watch her tongue another man.

“Don’t taunt me,” I hear her mutter. “This turns me on.” I scoff as William attempts to lean away, but the pistol Em has underneath his chin still warns him that she’s not fucking around.

Neither am I.

She has less than a minute to get an answer that he’s not searching for before it’s my turn to haul her perfect ass off the entitled prick.

“Get away from me!” he carps out, attempting to shimmy from her but obviously fails.

He’s disgusted or scared of her, which works, except I’m still not a fan of the string that just snapped in Emmy’s personality.

“Give me something, Romeo.”

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