Page 222 of Deceit

“Did he buy it?” I nod and Bishop moves chairs to the one closest to me. “You okay?”

“I just need to keep moving.” I meet his blues that are now calmer. “I want my kids safe.”

“And they will be. I’ll make certain nothing happens to them, baby.” I give him a weak smile, and his palm falls on my knee underneath the table. “I have to meet up with Hardy and Scarlett. I’m going to be staying down there for two days.”

“Make sure you get a picture with you and Mickey Mouse.”

“I want you to come with me.”

I lift a brow. “Me? I can’t, I have this thing to do, and I owe Kai a favor.”

“Who?”

Oh, geezus, Christ.

“The guy who saved Mills in the woods when you…”

His face turns deadly. “The fucker who shot mydog?”

“I’ll deal with that. I promise.” I rise from my chair, thinking that Bishop will follow me, but when I round him and the table, he grabs my wrist and turns me around.

“What’s this favor?”

I shrug. “I don’t know.” That gets his expression to darken further. “He’s kinda like us, I guess. He takes out people and—”

“So you want me to allow you to go on some bullshit adventure with a dude I don’t even know can keep you safe? How about no?”

“It’s Kai, Bish.”

“I don’t fuckingknowKai.”

“I’m not going to cheat on—“ Bishop rises but keeps his fingers wrapped possessively around my wrist.

“I wanna get out of here.” The sudden change of subject throws me off for a second, but I bob my head.

“Okay.”

Bishop laces his fingers with mine as we leave the coffee shop. He drives my Jeep home and fucks me into the wall as soon as we get in.

He said he doesn’t want me around Kai.

That he wants me to come with him to Disney World of all places.

I tell him I need a few hours to pay back a debt. That I’ll meet him there.

He agrees.

Or so I thought.

Kai has his arm wrapped possessively around my waist to keep other men away from me. Since walking in this dingy, motorcycle-looking bar, I’ve managed to turn down two men that looked fresh out of prison. This young kid appeared that he snuck out of his house when his parents were still sleeping. Then I was flattered when a woman in her twenties that resembled Kerry Washington asked me for my number.

Kai could’ve stayed out of that one.

I just want to get this over with.

To even help Kai, I got Bishop to agree he could come with me to Miami but had to stay in the hotel suite. I booked him a five-star room with every amenity you could think of when deep down, it was a total waste of money because he doesn’t care about that shit. All the man wants to do is stare at ESPN and watch the History Channel.

My eyes scan the establishment one more time whileMoney for Nothingby Dire Straitsblares off the walls and old neon signs struggle to keep their glow.

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