Page 225 of Deceit

Before I can heave my elbow into the side of his head, he’s snatched from me and stumbling backward.

I see a mass of white and muscle when Kai draws me back to keep me from getting hurt. The rattling of chairs falling and people shouting rings in my ears, and that’s when I discover my husband throwing a right hand into Simon’s stomach.

My heart seizes at the sight of him then drops when a man literally jumps on Bishop’s back. Simon takes the opportunity, once he gets up with the help of stools, to rush him, but I’m already stepping out of my white Louboutin’s and chucking one at him.

I gain his attention and with the loss of four inches, I feel like Jerry the mouse when Tom towered over him. He cocks his whole arm back and swings it to hit me, but I duck, and Kai’s on his ass now.

Snapping my neck to the side, Bishop is fighting two guys at once. His arms perfectly synced to throw blows, and I scoop up a random beer bottle off the bar to nail the woman from earlier who hit on me. She was about to dig or hop on him with her pretty fingernails curled like a cat.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone running for me and I step back, holding out my leg to trip him and use my left knee to hurl him in the gut.

Then I’m scooped up, familiar hands palming my ass as I look straight into Bishop’s blues. He sets me on the countertop of the bar and clutches the fabric of my dress to pull me closer to him.

I expect him to yell at me real quick, but all he does is allow our lips to slowly meet before his tongue demands entrance in my mouth.

He kisses me in slow and torturous movements, sending a swell of lust right between my legs that are now pried open to fit Bishop there.

Lazily, he savors me for just a few seconds longer before abandoning me and the need to get fucked on this countertop right now.

Backing away, he remains silent, blues still latched onto me when his attention is caught and he readies himself for another guy with tattoos and a bandana.

I sit here like a damsel in distress, waiting for my man to be done when I can clearly be out there kicking ass on my own.

But I don’t bother to even move an inch.

This was his silent way of telling me to stay put. My eyes stay solely glued on my dubbed hero and all his ragey and godly glory.

It’s addicting to watch. To regard how focused and calculated he is while he takes out all his anger on strangers we’ll never see again.

I have no clue where Kai is.

I don’t care at the moment, another asshole comment to make but there it is. All I’m fully in cahoots with is making sure my husband gets out of this and my debt is now paid in full.

Bishop probably helped fuck that up but at least Kai won’t ask me for another solid again.

The music never stops the whole time that I have a front-row seat to watching Bishop beat up on random guys.

When no one else approaches him, he pivots and lifts me off the bar without a word. He holds my hand tightly on the way home and I dare not start a conversation.

I thought I was beginning to understand my husband.

I was fully aware of how standoffish he was and how emotions weren’t easy.

But the Kace Bishop that tackled me in Mills’s condo complex, I’m not quite sure I know this individual at all.

I think I broke him.

I’ve impatiently stalked Emmy all night.

And when that friend of hers brought her to a dive bar that looks like it was about to collapse on itself at any moment, I sure as hell wasn’t going to wait in the car.

I gave the asshole who kept his greedy arm wrapped around her waist thirty seconds to remove it. Then another thirty when Emmy was grabbed by the bald guy.

I wanted to give her space to handle her own shit.

To repay this debt that she owed him because of my rage episode with Mills. I wasn’t going to coddle, bitch, or step in…until two men touched what was mine.

I let Kai slide because of his mission, but when he couldn’t bring the dickhead in front of him to get his damn hands off my wife, it was game over.

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