Page 79 of Deceit

“I’m honestly not sure.”

“Then I’ll send flowers to keep you interested.”

“I’m not home, remember? I’m out for work.”

“Then I’ll send themtoyour work.” My initial thought goes to Wade—the only job he thinks I have—and the interrogation I’ll receive on why I’m getting a bouquet from a man he told to stay away from me.

“Remember on our first date when you said you didn’t want to get your ass beat?”

“Yeah.”

“Wade willkillyou.”

Alexander chuckles. “Oh, geezus Christ, does everyone who knows you fall in love and want to protect you?”

I look heavenward at the millions of stars above. “Not everybody.”

“Well, not everyone is smart. I like that, though because that means you’ll only be protected by me.” He says something else, but I don’t catch it. I’m too busy peering over my shoulder to see a lean body walking purposely up the driveway towards me.

And I don’t have my gun or knife on me.

The figure halts when they notice me, sending a stretch of goosebumps lining up my forearms before they continue on, stomping their way closer.

And when there are only about fifteen yards between us, I already know who it is.

Camilla.

“Hey, I gotta go,” I tell Alexander when he’s in mid-sentence about something. “Call you later.” I don’t wait for him to respond, hanging up and pocketing my cell now, wishing I did have that knife.

I fucked up yet again and researched Camilla Andrews—tortured myself, really.

I wanted to know what kind of hold she has on the man who was supposed to love and honor me forever.

Kyson’s words still ring loud in my ears, and I feel for him. I don’t excuse it; hate that he holds on to it, but I can’t do anything about that.

However, Icandespise her.

“Can I help you?” I drone, purposely stepping in her way to get to the house.

If Bishop wants to speak with her, he can do it during the day or when I’m not around.

Yeah, I’m being a petty cunt and possessive as fuck, but I really don’t care.

She broke him.

And I want to break her.

“No,” she returns with a snotty snarl. “I came to talk to Kace.”

“He’s sleeping.”

“He’ll wake—“ I step closer and raise my chin to her height.

“I said,” I repeat with steel in my words. “That he’s sleeping.”

Camilla snickers, tucking a piece of yellowish blonde hair behind her ear. “And what exactly are you?”

I cock my head to the side. “I’m the bitch that’s not going to allow you to hurt him again.”

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