Page 69 of Deceit

“We broke up, Emmy.”

“So, I guess the answer to that is yes,Kace.” His features soften a tad, and if I would’ve blinked, I would have missed it.

I never call him Kace, not anymore.

We all call him Bishop and move on. I treat him or try to, like everyone else.

It was upon his request that I use his first name. But when he splintered my heart into a few pieces, I gave him back his status of just being part of B723.

Nothing more.

Now, if I could get my heart to understand, I’d be all set.

“Well, since you’re cheating on me, Ems, the least you could do is eat with me.”

I slit my eyes. “When do youcareabout my eating habits or where I’m going?”

“Since you shoved your nose into my business and said you were going to help me.”

“I did, and I’m still waiting on you to agree to drive to the Hamptons with me.”

Bishop rolls his eyes. The other day, I discovered that this Willy Wonka character is a prestigious rich prick that lives in the Brentwood subdivision. He pretty much employs people in the slums to make him wealthy. I highly doubt he lifts a finger for anything but to ask a maid to grab him something.

“And I kindly said no,” he rebuffs. “And that’s all I’m going to say about it. I’m good with not experiencing the other side of that life.”

“Well—” I bravely take a step closer, watching his body tense at my proximity. “—that’s a shame, Bish.”

“Why?”

“Because Willy Wonka is throwing a very large party this weekend, and I got us an in.”

“You’re telling me that a lowly drug dealer—”

“He’s far from lowly. He’s thirty-two, owns a yacht, a few really nice cars, and a home in Puerto Rico. He uses low-lives to make his fortune. I doubt he’s ever stepped foot here to collect a thing in his life.”

“Sounds like your type,” he grumbles. “You’ll fit right in.”

“You don’t know mytype.” I pat his chest harder than necessary like a petty asshole. “But, if you still wanna play the husband card, you can keep watch while I hack into his computer. You know, making yourself useful and all.”

“I’m divorcing you, wife,” he ventures flatly. “You didn’t work out for me the first time.”

“The first time?” I repeat, twisting my face in repugnance. “You mean when you fucked Blue because I needed you to be open with me?”

“We brokeup,” he retorts through a growl.

“Then divorce me forreal.” Bishop’s nostrils flare, and I swear to God he’s going to kill me one day. Just whip out a blade and slit my throat so he can watch me bleed out for him.

He’s a sick fuck like that.

“I’ll think about it,” he dismisses. “In the meantime, if you need the backup, I guess instead of sending Marty or Mills, I should go to make sure that shit is done right.”

“Oh, Bishop, youreallythink I’d go somewhere with you alone without one of the guys? I’d fucking kill you.”

He closes another inch between us so that I have to crane my head back more to meet his clear blues. “I’d love to see you try. I’m extremely curious about your methods.”

“Mhm.” My lips coil in a shitty smile. “I’m sure you would. In fact...bring your girlfriend, she loves to fuck my brothers just to see me get all pissed off, so maybe you’ll get your wish.”

Yeah, Blue did that.

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