Page 174 of Deceit

“Arm!” I hear Mills shout. “Get the fuckoffme!”

I smile, heaving the bag over my shoulder when my ex-teammate growls something into the phone.

“Bishop,” he storms. “He just tried to fucking kill me.”

Oops.

Armageddon barks again, luring my attention to my right with Mills up against a thick tree and kicking at him to back off.

The boys are never going to forgive me for this, but I planned on leaving B723 anyway. There’s nothing left but painful memories and the fact that I need to move forward with my life.

And it isn’t with the guys.

Where there is violence and bloodshed here, I can’t stay. And I sure as hell couldn’t stay when I had to stare at Mills every fucking day.

“Bishop!” I glance up to see Mills already boring a glare in my direction. “You stupid motherfucker, what the fuck?!”

“What the fuck indeed,” I deadpan, then look to my dog. “Fass.”

Bite.

My dog jumps and seizes Mills’s thigh between his jaws, clamping down to which Mills throws out a string of curses.

He then lowers his voice and pockets his phone while Arm remains still with his body part within his sharp teeth.

“I will shoot this dog,” Mills warns, locking his gaze with mine.

I shrug because I’ll pop a cap in his dick if he tries it. “Platz.”

Down.

Armageddon releases Mills, and he grips his leg where a pattern of dark stains begin to seep through the jean material of his pants.

“You’re fucking serious?” he professes, his face twisted in pain and fury.

“I am.” Mills shakes his head and averts his gaze from me, experienced in what comes next because he’s been with me while I do it to others.

Instead, this time he’s on the other side because he fucked my girl.

She fucked him.

They had two kids together and I can’t even have that with her. I’m not able to keep the pieces of what remains because they are linked to someone who was always supposed to have my back.

We were brothers.

We stuck together.

He betrayed me in the worst way possible. I would’ve rather him stabbed me in the back than did what he did.

Now I have to not only deal with Emmy’s death and deception but murdering my brother.

Who the fuck knew that B723 would have so much drama within it?

“You can’t do it,” Mills emits, eyeing my brown leather bag. “You can’t leave those kids without a parent.”

“They’ll be fine. Marty did it.”

“Marty is fucked up,” he snaps through knitted brows. No matter how he transforms his face, I can’t erase how Emmy or any woman would be attracted to his boyish charm. It makes me want to fuck his face up.

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