Page 192 of Deceit

Honestly, it’s blurry. I just remember the fuzzy feeling and then blackness within a split second of a blink.

The next minute, I’m in the backseat of Mill’s expensive ass car withDNAby Kendrick Lamar playing off his speakers as he ponders on how I’m doing and if I want something to eat.

Minus the massive bump at the back of my head from what I’m assuming was from the floor, I’m fine.

However, I didn’t get all the answers I was hoping for from Alexander.

And he’s not off the hook yet.

Even if I have to strangle and torture that motherfucker, I want to know what the hell happened to Emmy.

Nothing he said or didn’t say changes how I feel about him being behind her death.

“Watch him, Scar,” Mills cautions my sister, leaned up on my kitchen counter as he gazes at Scarlett chopping green peppers. “He might get an aneurysm or somethin’. He’s already messed up.”

“Leave her alone,” I chide, taking another sip of my beer. “I’m fine.”

“And this to the guy who saved him almost hitting the floor at the bar,” my so-called buddy mutters in aloudwhisper.

Yeah, that’s the story we’re going with, I suppose.

Drunk brother at the bar who can’t hold down his liquor.

“I guess if he started acting nice, then I’d really be scared.”

Scarlett chuckles at him. “Stop, you act like he’s a total jerk.”

No, just a guy who wakes up with violent nightmares, snaps at his niece, and hits his brother when he awakens.

“You don’t work with him,” Mills quips, plucking a slice of green peppers from her cutting board. “And I got no problem beating his ass if he’s mean to you.”

I scoff as my sister continues a conversation with this fool. The asshole who’s always talking. The motherfucker who fucked the woman I loved more than anyone.

Languidly, I turn my neck to focus on said asshole.

Just weeks ago, I almost killed him.

Istillwant to kill him.

However, some hidden and soft piece of me broke off somewhere when I held Atlas, my girl’s daughter.

Could I really take out her father?

The monster on my right sayshell yes.That angel that I didn’t know hanging out with me says,nice try,give it up.

“You know what,” Mills ventures. “Give me your number in case you need me and—“

“Stop macking on my sister, Mills,” I growl out.

“Kace!” Scarlett scolds, followed by a piece of pepper flying by my face. “He’s worried about you.” I roll my eyes and keep my next comment to myself.

Mills is as concerned about me as I am about being concerned about him running out of hair products. He has the balls of someone screwy because a man the size of me, who’s protective over his baby sister, could plummet him into the ground like a spike if he doesn’t stop flirting with her.

He flipped your ass a few weeks ago. Remember that, asshole.

Inhaling, Madelyn shows up in the kitchen at warped speed. The pads of her naked feet hitting the hardwood floors as her dark curls fly around her face until she abruptly stops in front of me. “Uncle Kacie, you’re hurt!”

I place my beer down and shake my head. “No, I’m alright.”

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