Page 46 of Deceit

“Someone has to,” I mutter, rearranging myself in the driver’s seat.

Because you’re sure as hell not.

“Was there a role for mama bear and you jumped at the opportunity, or do you just like being the annoying little sister?” I slowly turn my head to look at the woman I’ve wanted to throat punch since almost day one of her working at B723.

I can get with the whole I don’t give a fuck attitude, or I have zero feelings because they’re useless.

However, I won’t deal with the way she encourages the boys to make dumbass decisions.

Like when she allowed Marty to walk through a crowded marketplace in Morocco to take out an influential leader who wanted another genocide. He was surrounded by men with assault rifles, yet she let Marty shank him in the neck and kill the rest of the armed guards alone.

I mean, do I need to say he could’ve been killed?

Or the time she told Mills to flirt with some random woman at a party and didn’t tell him she was the wife of a drug lord.

Let’s just say he broke his leg trying to jump out of a three-story window to get out of that one. Then I punched her in the face the next time Blue, and I were in the same room.

“Bitch, I’ve helped run a whole country,” I snarl through my teeth. “What have you accomplished besides smoking with the boys and urging them on with their impulsive ass ideas?” Blue’s perfectly pink shadowed eyes flick over to me, filling in a silent meaning of what else she’s done.

She’s fucked Bishop.

And she knows I want to rip her throat out for it.

And for what?

Honestly, good for her. She can share the title of sleeping with the man who believes emotions are scary and that he’s going to be big and bad forever.

And he thinksI’man idiot for believing in fairytales and unicorns.

Besides, in the long run, Bishop isn’t someone that would go for a woman like me anyway. Blue is edgy, beautiful, dangerous in her own right. She might be a little slutty, but who am I to cast stones?

If I enjoyed sleeping with randos, maybe I’d love to be her in another life. Except I’m not a fan of people in general, so the odds of me getting down with a few one-night stands aren’t going to happen.

However, with the way she keeps taunting my ass, she’s gonna get herself hit again.

“You honestly don’t know a thing about me, Emmy Lou,” Blue quips before placing her blunt back between her plush lips. “Don’t hate me because you want to be me.”

My nose twists. “Be you?”

“You’re a badass—” She exhales smoke through her lips. “—but you’re a pushy pussy. You could’ve had any of these men groveling at your feet.”

“For what? So I can brag about it?” I wave a dismissive hand in the air. “I don’t need the self-esteem boost, thanks.”

“Girl, I might be someone that you believe is a whore, but at least I get what I want when I want it.” She blows a large cloud of smoke in the air. “I don’t sit there and daydream all night about it.”

“You don’t know what I do.” I return my attention back to the daycare building. “Just keep your comments to yourself, ‘kay.”

My cell buzzes in my lap, graciously allowing me a getaway from Blue and her bullshit.

UNKNOWN: Here’s another stupid line, but…I can’t stop thinking about you.

EMMY: And who might you be?

UNKNOWN: Damn, how many men act like ass clowns around you?

Alexander.

EMMY: How in the actual hell did you get my phone number?

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