Page 196 of Deceit

It takes me twenty minutes to get to his condo.

Thirty seconds to park my car and another minute to run up the stairs to the third floor. I make a hard right around the corner to get to Mills’s door when I’m suddenly rammed into from behind.

My knees slam into the solid cement floors covered in gray carpet before my palms follow. I seethe pain through my teeth, and before I can even right myself to spin around to thrust my fist into someone’s face, my attacker’s fingers lace through my hair.

I’m flipped around and on my ass by the next second then my back as weight falls onto my torso.

My knee comes up to jab into my opponent’s spine but it halts when a large hand wraps around my jaw and squeezes, pressing the pads of rough fingers painfully into my teeth and gums.

“It’s you,” the voice above me emits, and it takes only but another quick instant for me to register it with my ears then my eyes.

Bishop.

His crystal blues are tightened so much that I can barely see them within the shadows of his long hair. The smell of him wraps around me, creating my body to forsake me into being on my guard and melts with him into the floor.

Bishop leans forward, keeping the full amount of his two hundred plus pounds on me and not giving a shit that I’m having a hard time breathing in gulps like a fish out of water.

This was a ploy.

A fucking setup.

And my brain goes right back to Blue.

“Do you know what you’vedone?” he leers in my face, tightening his hold around my face. “Do you have any idea?”

“I—“

“Shut the fuck up,” he roars through clenched teeth. A bit of his saliva hits my upper lip but I dare not wipe it away. I’ve seen Bishop furious and livid, however, this is next-level shit.

I feel the slight trembling of his hand against my face as he stares at me like I’m going to disappear from his vision.

My eyes burn from the tears at pain that I’ve caused him.

I’m sorry but he doesn’t want to hear that right now. He wants to bitch and yell at me. He wants to hurt me. He wants to inflict every discomfort he felt and has ever felt with me.

“I hope you had fun,” he growls out. “Because I’m about to start mine right now.”

My brows furrow and that’s when he abruptly releases my face, rises to his feet, and hauls me up by my shirt.

With a steel grip, he drags me down the hall to Mills’s place and shoves open the door, sending me stumbling in afterward.

My gaze immediately falls on Mills handcuffed to one of his dining room chairs with a dishcloth placed in his mouth.

The door slams shut behind us, startling me before Bishop pushes me forward like I’m a no one.

Like I’m one of his victims.

“Now that we have the gang all here,” Bishop announces, rounding my body to stride to Mills. “You can watch me kill your lover.”

“Stop,” I chide. “You’re not going to kill anyone.”

Bishop stops just short of Mills’s body and glances over his shoulder to look at me. “No?”

He cocks his arm back and doesn’t even bother making sure he doesn’t miss because he’s that sure he won’t.

And he doesn’t.

He hits Mills square in the face and sends his body careening over a tad.

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