Page 156 of Deceit

Maddy and I have formed a relationship that she won’t let me but accept because she is my mini-me, and she’s quiet when I need her to be. Like she understands when I need her to be. A little mini-me of some sorts but she reminds me of Scarlett when we were kids and I can’t help but enjoy her company.

“Do you just want to taste cheese, Maddy,” Hardy teases. “Or are you going to throw three pounds of mozzarella on it?”

She ignores him, so focused on her creative pizza art that I answer for her. “Mind your own business, Dad, this is our project.”

Even though I haven’t done anything but be her stool.

“And ours is the best!” she exclaims excitedly, throwing her little hands in the air and creating confetti cheese to fly everywhere.

“I don’t know if I’d call that pizza art but—“

“Listen, old man,” I interject. “We’re gonna kick you out of the kitchen if you don’t stop hating on our shi—stuff.” I jiggle my leg to gain my niece’s attention. “Isn’t that right, Mads?”

“Stop it, daddy,” she scolds, not bothering to lift her head to acknowledge him.

I give him a winning grin and he returns it with a perked brow.

“Alright—“ He swipes up his Bud Light. “—I’ll just invite Lucy over for your Uncle Kace.”

My eyes narrow because the shit isn’t funny.

When Lucy walked into my house after sucking my dick only an hour before, I had to come clean to Hardy.

Talk about the most uncomfortable situation when you’re not that close to a sibling than telling them that their girl has had their lips wrapped around your cock too.

Hardy—thank fuck—thought it was funny. I guess they had just started casually dating, and she’s become a joke ever since.

I’ve been at the butt of it; it’s been great.

My phone goes off, and I mindlessly grab it from the table to answer it. “Yeah.”

“Bish.” Kyson’s voice is strained, setting my body rigid and on guard immediately. “Where are you?”

My brows furrow at Kyson’s question. “Home.”

“You need to leave and come up to Marty’s place.”

My heart halts mid-beat, and Maddy’s weight in my lap is making me feel contained and anxious since she's on top of me.

Sliding my chair back, I place my phone down and lift her into my seat, telling her to save it for me. I feel Hardy’s heavy focus on me but I don’t spend the time to explain, I just move outside.

“Explain,” I leer through the phone. “What happened?”

“Dude, I…I don’t know how…” My heart begins to increase its beats, alluding that something is off.

Something is wrong.

When Kyson is the Yin to my Yang, he rarely loses his entire cool. And right now, I can hear every crack of his voice.

“She’s gone.”

“Gone?” My tone is almost inaudible, and I know who he’s speaking of, but I don’t want that word and her in the same sentence.

Did she fucking run off and marry that stupid motherfucking Alexander?

I realize it would eventually happen, but I thought she’d at least invite B723, and I’d have to debate with myself on actually going to torture myself and watch it.

“Emmy…Bish…she’s dead.”

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