Page 168 of Deceit

So when my flawed science project of a man fangirled Alexander then attempted to offer him appetizers and an ice tea at a charity gala, he disappeared.

From the security camera across the street from the hall, he didn’t make it but ten yards outside before Alexander’s men dragged him into a dark alley. Then the cameras were cut out within minutes, and I wasn’t able to get the footage back.

Alexander apparently has hackers and people to cover his tracks. This was going to be more challenging than I thought to get rid of.

And while all this has been mind-blowing fun, I’m exhausted, which has proven to make things slower because I can’t focus.

Every day that passes is a reminder.

It’s another where the boys are grieving me when they don’t have to. Add on that Mills has been on my ass about hurrying up, and you have a wreck named me.

So I’ve taken it upon myself to do everything, not leaving a trace of the old me behind.

I’ve dyed my hair a dark brown and cut it to go just past my shoulders a tad. I’ve put in hazel-colored contacts and wear jeans and tees to not make me noticeable. I made it within a block of Alexander before he jumped in a car and took off. I have his schedule that I infiltrated off his secretary, who forwarded it to her personal email, the idiot. I’ve finally gotten into his password-protected phone and see every message that he sends out.

Except nothing of use does, leading me to believe that he has another.

Then he began searching for me.

Well, his investigator has.

My name has been searched for. My Instagram broke into my personal email, security cameras I had at my condo, and the GPS to my old phone.

Alexander doesn’t believe the forged DNA tests, and he’s looking for a loophole.

He’s hired an attorney to take this a step further. A forty-something-year-old shark that has brought CEOs, politicians, and celebrities down by pulling up any shady or misconstrued thing he can to make his case.

My ex is looking to bring Mills to court, but without evidence of Atlas and Alaric being his, he might not have a leg to stand on.

Unless he can get a court-ordered DNA test and a judge to agree, which then I can’t get my hands on the results…unless I’m there.

My cell rings, and Mills’s name appears, sending my heart soaring with the opportunity to speak to my squishies.

“How did their doctor appointment go?” I ask excitedly.

“Oh, they’re fine,” he replies monotonously. “We have other problems. Actually,Ihave a problem.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Bishop and Kyson came over to visit today.” My body freezes even though I knew this might happen. Alaric and Atlas were coming home, and Mills and I weren’t going to be able to hide it for long if I didn’t hurry the fuck up.

“Oh.”

It’s the only response I have.

One that doesn’t solve his problem and the ones he’s leading to face with B723 as a whole. They’re all going to be pissed at him, but they’ll still support him. Well, everyone except the man I named my baby boy after.

“And let’s just say,” Mills continues. “That Bishop is probably going to dig you up and kill you again.”

My stomach drops, and I wrap my free arm around it. “So it went well.”

“Oh, the best.”

“Mills, I’m—“

“Don’t tell me you’re sorry again,” he snaps. “I’m never having kids. They’re a pain in the ass.“

“Are they not eating? Do you need me—“

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