Page 117 of Deceit

She averts her gaze. “No.”

“Then, tell me—“

“Bishop!” Ledger bellows out, making Emmy and I both jump.

Motherfucker…

Without moving from my spot, I peer over my shoulder to find what Blue keeps mentioning as the Silver Fox, striding purposely in my direction.

“You’re on my shit list.”

I shrug. “I’ve only been back seventy-two hours.”

“Andstilla pain in my ass.” Ledger readjusts his suit jacket and straightens his spine to calm himself.

It’s for Emmy’s sake.

The old ass has a soft spot for her like everyone else around here.

“I found a good rehab facility for your friend, Camilla. She’ll be able to check herself out in sixty days, but…it’s a start.”

My eyelids want to slam shut but I coerce them to stay open, as to not show Ledger that I didnotprefer for him to mention the woman that Emmy would surely lose her shit over.

The one I’ve been trying to tell her means nothing to me anymore.

“Thanks,” I gripe. “Kyson is taking care of transporting her.”

“She’s it, isn’t she?”

My brows knit. “She’s what?”

Ledger’s wrinkled features are a mixture of pity and still pissed off as I feel Emmy begin to slide away from me.

My fingers wrap around the belt loops of her jeans because I’m not trying to hide shit from her. I’m just getting Camilla help and distant from my fucking family.

When Emmy told me that she saw her at my house that night, setting off the alarms, it made it quite clear that Camilla didn’t receive the message.

Even though Emmy beat her ass, it was Em that I was worried about, not the blonde blast from my past. I never called and checked up on her but kept pining over my wife, whom I’m still in love with when I was gone.

So, when I took the job to Germany, I asked Ledger to help me out. I didn’t have time to deal with it, nor did I want to. Camilla required help with no one to do it for her, so I was doing my good deed for the year.

After this, I never wanted to see her again.

“The woman you left in Pittsburgh,” Ledger replies. “When you joined the military.”

I inhale a deep gulp of air before I nod. “Yeah.”

“Did you need me to send her—“

“No,” I carp out. “She just needs a nice place. Nothing more, thanks.”

Ledger studies me for a moment then bows his head. “Alright. Call me if you need anything else.”

He takes off, and Emmy’s hand latches onto mine. Her fingernails digging into the flesh of my knuckles.

“I said tease me with your tongue,” I complain, returning my focus onto the little fireball to my right. “Not your nails unless you’re running them down my back.”

“You stupid son of a bitch.” Her fist pelts into my gut, knocking surprise into me but not much pain because she doesn’t have enough room to cock it fully back. “Get thefuckaway from me.”

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