Page 175 of Deceit

And maybe he’s right.

Marty’s whole family was murdered in a night air raid by some small country bordering Russia or some shit.

I mean, he’d have to be some sort of fucked up to be part of B723. We all are in some capacity—big or small.

Dropping my bag, I fish out my lighter fluid, bow and arrow, and six-inch blade. I also pull out a cigarette and put it between my lips.

“She’ll never forgive you.” I snort, shoving my anguish aside because it doesn’t belong in this situation. It belongs in the ground with this fuck. “She named her son afteryou.”

My focus snaps to him, one of my brows lifting in question. “You didn’t agree?”

Mills rolls his eyes. “Emmy gets what she wants.”

“Yeah—“ I flick my zippo. ”—and you got her.”

“Those kids don’t deserve you screwing them up because you’re pissed, and your pride is cracked.” I ignore him, dowsing the end of one of my arrows with lighter fluid as I inhale on my smoke. “Bishop, this is bullshit. Grow the hell up. Emmy will haunt you. You’re going to kill off the only parent those babies have? She’ll never forgive you. She’ll—“

“She’s fuckingdead,” I roar, my teeth digging into my filter. “Fuck what she wants or feels. She lied.”

“She—“

“Gib Laut.”

Speak.

Armageddon barks loudly and Mills snaps his focus back to my dog, uncertain of what the hell I just said but it gets him to shut the hell up.

Using my lighter to ignite the tip of my arrow, I arrange my bow and insert it.

Mills watches me before his Glock appears in his hand, cocking the hammer back and aims it at my dog.

He doesn’t have the fucking balls.

Aiming, the flames dance along the end and Mills holds my stare.

“I’ll shoot this fucking dog,” Mills warns.

“Bet.” I release the cord, sending the arrow on its way and through Mills’s forearm. He immediately drops the gun and clamps his teeth together, leaning up against the tree trunk for support.

“You’re a fucking asshole, man,” he sneers.

“Mhm.” Can’t argue with him there, nor can I blame him for the way I am either.

But the way I’m feeling, that’s all him. Insecure in my own emotions and feelings. Vulnerable when the woman I loved held me in the palm of her hand and crushed me in the same one.

“I’m not going to make this easy.”

I nod, plucking my cigarette out of my mouth. “I know.”

“You’re going to have to live with this.”

I’m aware of that too.

God only knows what would’ve been different if I had just told Emmy what I needed her to stop fucking doing and how much I adored her.

And I never stopped.

Grabbing another arrow, Mills takes off out of the corner of my eye. I never expected him to accept it like a man and wait for me to take his ass out.

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