Page 185 of Deceit

With the baby still in his hand, I’m having a hard time getting used to this.

We’re B723 with a bunch of babies now.

Marty has one, Mills has two, and Kyson and I become what, uncles?

We’re all getting older, and this is what happens, but all at once? Everything feels like it shifted and turned upside down so quickly.

“What’s up?” Kyson asks, gently bouncing the baby in his arms. I steal a look, admitting to myself that I can tell the difference between Atlas and Alaric. The baby is wrapped in the same colored blanket but I don’t get a vibe that it’s Atlas.

“You and I need to do some investigating of our own,” I mutter, watching the bundle in his hands continue to sleep. “Alexander just rolled up on Reagan’s house.”

“I heard. I only stayed to keep the women occupied, what did he want?”

“To buy the kids.”

Kyson rolls his golden eyes. “Fucking asshole.”

“He doesn’t act like a man who just lost his girlfriend. Did you notice him at the funeral? And what did he and Mills fight about, the kids?”

“Probably. I could understand him wanting a DNA test, but they all come back as not his. So why keep doing it?”

“Unless they’re forged.”

“And why would they be? Mills would’ve given us the heads up.”

I lift my shoulder. “Would he? He didn’t tell us he was a father until we caught him.”

Kyson tsks. “Mills doesn’t want to be a dad. He can’t even take care of his damn self.”

“Regardless, I want to look into that car accident.”

“Why? Cops said she lost control.”

“Lost control on what?”

Kyson remains quiet for a moment before replying, “Honestly, I don’t know if anyone ever told me. I was so upset that it didn’t really matter, the result was still the same.” His eyes latch to mine. “You think Alexander did it?”

“What if Emmy told him that he wasn’t the father and they fought?”

“Still doesn’t mean he’s…I mean, yeah, he’d be the reason she was upset but…I dunno, man.”

“Something’s off, Ky. It doesn’t feel right.” He gives me a remorseful stare and adjusts his weight.

“You’re just looking for another outcome, brother. Nothing is going to bring her back. There’s no one to blame. It was an accident. Even if it wasn’t, Lucien would’ve said something.”

I ignore him because he’s wrong. “We could look up the street cameras and shit.”

Kyson hits me with an exasperated look. “Dude…alright, if it’ll get it out of your system.” He frowns. “But leave Mills alone.”

“Fuck you,” I reply slowly. “And, no. I’ll hire an outside source.”

“Why he’d want to know. Everyone would.”

“I’m not asking him.” Kyson’s eyes constrict. “Do youwantme to kill him?”

“I’ll ask,” he replies off a sigh. “And get what we need.” I steal another look at the baby in his arms. “It’s Alaric.”

I nod, already know that. I need another drink, but I want to take off from this party more. I’ve already experienced too much shit for the day.

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