Page 199 of Deceit

“I’m fine,” Bishop deadpans.

Mills flicks his gaze to the rear of Bishop’s head, looking for my permission.

He wants to punch him back.

And fuck…I blow out a steady exhale then nod before I change my mind.

Bishop crossed a line tonight and the day he tried to kill Mills when he didn’t know anything but that he was the alleged father of my children.

If he would have succeeded, I would’ve lost a friend for nothing.

Mills plows his fist somewhere into Bishop’s neck or head and my husband immediately reacts, pivoting around and swinging back.

He must miss Mills because I see him duck and deliver another blow to Bishop’s torso.

Two shots for two attempts of killing him.

Gripping onto the back of Bishop’s shirt, I yank him back at the same time his elbow does. He connects with my right cheek and on instinct I release him, not expecting to get hit.

“Fuck,” Bishop roars before spinning around and placing his hands on my biceps.

My fingers mindlessly brush where I was hit, feeling the sharp discomfort of a bruise forming when Bishop plucks my fingers away. His thumb replacing my touch and lightly grazing down the side of my face.

“You’re just making bad decisions left and right, woman,” he growls out before glancing at Marty. “Get him the fuck out of here before I change my mind.”

“Fuck you,” Mills retorts behind him. “I’m not leaving her alone with your fucking psycho ass.”

One of Bishop’s hands disappears off my face as he reaches around him and pulls out his black Glock. “She can have this.”

“Emmy,” Mills quips. “Kick him out and we’ll…shit, I’m not leaving the building. The babies need to be fed soon.”

My lips quirk in a weak grin that he knows and cares so much about my twins that he’ll stay in the same room with two assholes.

I’m extremely lucky to have him. Especially when he’s been such a vital part of their lives when I couldn’t be.

“I’ll call you when they wake up,” I tell him because I have to allow Bishop to get all his anger out so he can move on with this. “You’ll have to reintroduce me to them.”

Mills frowns and nods. “Of course, Ems. They’ll remember you, I’m sure of it. You’re their mother.” He grabs my hand and Bishop bristles, still brushing the pending bruise on my cheek. “Tell dickhead here to hurry up. It’s past his bedtime.”

And with that, he and Marty take off, leaving me with the biggest problem yet besides killing off my baby daddy.

My husband.

When I thought Emmy died, a piece of my heart did as well. I knew that life would never be the same—that I’d never be the same.

So when I saw the taillights of a Jeep leaving my property, you can imagine the rate of my heart thudding in my chest and the impending questions that surfaced to my head.

People drive Jeeps; my ex-wife is not the only one.

However, the notion that none of anything made sense—Mills carrying me out of Alexander’s penthouse alone, the man who randomly showed up in the woods when I attempted to kill Mills, and the slaughter that Blue claims she did all on her own…shit didn’t add up.

Actually, it wasn’t all that logical.

Unless I had a guardian angel that decided to fly down from heaven to be at my side at all times, my reality wasn’t what people were claiming it to be that were around me.

And that said angel, I’m betting she had blonde hair and honey-brown eyes.

Except the woman in front of me has chopped her hair off and turned it brown. Her lips are still pink and full, her little button nose still points at me, and the way she peers up at me has my cock responding as it always does.

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