Page 248 of Deceit

Alexander has his hands possessively in her hair, trying to control the situation, but that’s where he’s entirely wrong.

You can’t control Emmy Lou Rhodes.

She’s like a shooting star that takes off and you spend your whole night watching for another.

No matter what he thinks or has concocted in his fucking head, if you were ever lucky enough to be loved by Emmy Lou, you better not fuck it up.

Me, I’m a lucky bastard.

I don’t know why or how I’m the exception, but I’m not going to question it. I’m going to just keep her forever and raise our babies together.

And then she’s going to give me more.

The gunshot to my shoulder and thigh burns like a motherfucker. The warning shots beforehand were just that. They probably thought that’d scare me enough to behave.

Whoop-de-doo, they know how to shoot off a gun.

Good for them.

The few punches the old man landed on me were precisely calculated, so I know he’s done this before. The two younger pricks were sloppier but you can’t get good help these days.

I’m not worried about them, though maybe I should be. I’m bleeding out onto this floor, my head feels like he took a two-by-four and repeatedly bashed me with it, but that was his brass-knuckled gloves.

However, my sole focus is and has always been Emmy.

So I watched with blurred vision Alexander whisper something that I obviously can’t make out. Even if he said it out loud, my ears are still ringing from the last hit I took, and blackness starts to cloud my perspective.

Time stands still, or maybe, it fast forwards at warp speed because the next thing I think I’m seeing is Emmy on her knees with Alexander’s dick in her mouth.

I blink.

And blink again.

I tightly hold my eyes shut, then re-open them and still see it.

I lunge upward just to be shoved back down to the dirty and solid hardwood floors. My leg swings out to take the asshole behind me, I can’t see him, but I know he has to be near. I catch an ankle but don’t take him down like I want to.

No, I’m responded back with what feels like the handle of a gun to my skull.

Blinding pain radiates through my head and I growl out from it. My heart is beating so quickly in my chest that I think it’s gonna run out of gas. That it’s just going to stop completely.

“There you go,” Alexander coos gently, regaining my focus. He’s thrusting forward, cupping Emmy’s face with one hand and her hair in the other. “Fucking perfect.”

“Motherfuck—“ I’m hit again but this time, I soak it in and soar upward, smashing the old man’s leg and getting him off balance.

I reach up to pull him down and for me to ascend up, but the other asshole jumps my ass like a koala bear and holds on for dear life.

Cool metal wraps around one of my wrists and I repeal my head back to catch the dude’s body behind me. It doesn’t do much but buy me a second but I roll, using his own body weight against him to get the upper hand.

A foot kicks me in the ribs, and I capture it before it resends, yanking back on it to get the asshole on the ground with me.

I don’t catch faces, just body parts.

I don’t need them.

I just know that my girl has another man’s dick in her mouth and the rippling feeling of disgust running through her is something I felt all too well.

Bubba and his buddies fucked me up for a long while. I don't want Emmy to become so closed off that kissing, and soft touches make her repeal away.

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