Page 194 of Deceit

She perks a brow. “Would’ve been hard if my weapon was already aimed at your forehead when you opened that door.”

My nostrils flare, adrenaline still coursing through my body as I study the scenery behind her. “You’re getting on my nerves.”

She ignores me and glances at Hardy. “Hey, baby Bishop. How’s it going?”

“Good,” he replies calmly before stepping past me and onto the porch. “You’re one person, so what’s up with the two trucks?”

“I took care of your little problem.”

I follow my brother’s lead and move on the other side of Blue as Hardy and I go down the deck steps. Within ten feet lies our first dead body.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “Go check and see if Scarlett is up. We need to move these ASAP.”

I don’t know how I’m going to do this, but I need to start half-ass explaining to my brother what it is I do and how the hell dead people keep landing around me.

He heads off and back into the house when Blue comes faithfully to my side. “You’re welcome.”

“How did you do it?”

“Do it?” She crosses her arms and twists her frame to look at me. “What do you mean?”

“I’m counting five guys, and that’s not even me looking behind the trucks. I heard no gunshots, and you’re not that quick of a shot.” I flick my more than curious gaze at her. “So what gives?”

“You wound me.” Her palm flies to her chest. “I came by to check in on you after Mills told me about what happened.”

“At one in the morning?”

“At one in the morning,” she confirms firmly, then jerks her head back. “There are eight guys, by the way.”

“Eight?” She nods. “That’s even worse for your story.”

Blue shrugs, unaffected by my interrogation. “Don’t know what to tell ya, Bish. I’m the only one here.”

Marching to the back of the first truck and away from Blue studying me, I look around for anyone else.

None of this makes sense.

Mills suddenly showing up at Alexander’s place when I told no one where I was going. He claims he located me on GPS to make sure I wasn’t within a hundred feet of his condo to attempt and kill him again.

Now Blue just took out eight dudes in two minutes?

Red running lights catch my attention at least a mile down the road from my remote house as it continues slowly down the gravel. Two square lights that look to be on something as big as an SVU.

A fucking Jeep.

Thankfully all my scheming worked for once because I caught Alexander’s master plan of finding Bishop’s home and having him killed tonight.

It gave me enough time to call Blue and meet up with her. Enough time to set up and wait. Enough time for me to build a net of knots in my stomach for this all being my fault.

Yes, I had every right to move on from Bishop and try to live a full life with someone else. However, I should’ve kept B723 in the mix and took care of this right after he stabbed me. I should’ve shoved my pride aside for my kids and not have been so naive.

Bishop has always been a pain in my ass, except I didn’t expect him to still care about me after he found out that Mills was the so-called father of my twins. I fully intended to see him loathe our friend and go off into his usual and broody self.

Shoot, I expected him to even go and piss on my grave for what I kinda and half-ass put him through.

I would reap the consequences for my sins but that would be after Alexander was killed and my kids free of any danger.

When Blue and I took out the eight assholes who drove up on Bishop’s property, I walked back to my car that was parked way up the street. Blue forced herself into hugging me before I took off and it’s left a weird feeling on me ever since. I guess it’s because I’m just not used to it.

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